Poetry is
Rain drops falling tendrly to the ground
Thunderstorms waking you in the night
Gunfire that erupts a party
Bombs that take your bed
Making you dead
Birth of love
Beatingin your heart
It's the passing of a fart
Good or bad a new start
Art ugly to U it may be
Depends on how U see /
Rap often dirty
Life often not perrty
A five dollar whore
Five and ten cent store
suit and ties a mechicanical bore
Everything that surrounds
Human nature clowns
Poetry is what it is
first you must see
Tell some one of crazy ass me
jimmy j
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