
Like the explosion at 23
Last year was no different then the year before it
or the one before that
or the one before that ,
because lets all me honest right now , every year kinds sucks.
It doesnt matter whos in charge
what happend on the news today
or if you have a lot of money.
Last year was like the explotion at 23
Shitty, shameful, but far from anything,
quote on quote
Shoking
Ive learned its all about making the best out of shit situations, and not letting 4 little numbers
Ruin a perfectly shit time
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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