I wake you for school /
so you will have tools /
not the Berra of fools /
you have grown more fond of fun /
I'm not having none /
Your crabby crabby crabby /
Not like your daddy daddy /
Your only 8 years old /
Why you wake up so cold /
Do i need to be more bold /
Wow that face would brake a mirror /
Of the i have no fear /
Damn you want me to have a beer /
Your just find when you get your way /
Hell i think that's everyday /
But my love gets in my way /
I love you my little one /
But i can see life ahead no fun ////
dedicated to my 8 year old BRAT but love what more can i say you are welcome to call me stupid on this one.....
Love
Jimmy
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About Me
- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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