To her...


Dear Mrs. C,

So, I'd like to say I feel bad for you.

For there is more to see,

with your unexpierenced eye's having a different view.


I watched as you judged every soul,

trapped in what I Think of as prison walls with a watch dog.

With your lack of playing a role,

I will not deny what I say as how a city denies their smog.


I understand you are new,

so you must do your part to understand us.

We do not laugh at You as we boo,

as you yell at everyone as if we have cuss.


Your unnecessary thoughts must be driving you insane,

Calm your-self for you are now funny.

You get easily sentimental and distracted that I get no gain!

The only thing you don't Suck at is getting money.





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