A Piece of Nothing


I am a shirt

torn and worn out

like taking a pile of gold

and throwing it on the ground.

What's the use of reaching down

don't give yourslf a hard time

it will fall-your crown

you know it's worth a dime.

It beats fast as soon as I see your face

it's a really bad cast

so i don't give you a brace

I shall warn myself

that it's not worthy of respect

may god give me patience

for this pain in the chest.




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