Frosted Cookies

Sat, 12/14/2013 - 01:17 -- bwk3927

Frosted cookies, frosted cookies

Tasty, they may be

I would like my cookies

Frosted only by me

My classmates see 

That the frosting indeed is ill, 

But that does not quell its appeal

My classmates talk out habit

From their speech join in this gambit

I am not content

With their consent 

Of other people

Their discontent 

Has been sent 

And illness be quadripled

They're blind to see

What the future be

With this negativity 

I wish to change

this estrange

From my beloved friends

So i can see that they do not meet their ends

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