Try Not to be
A lier
A thief
Anyone my mom woudlnt want to see me be
A slacker
A bum
But look mom, thats already me
Out of all the things you thought me to be,
i learened none.
The habit of washing my hands i have definetly done.
That night i ran
I ran until i was far enough to not be caught
I washed off.
I washed off.
Of course im not a lier or thief never ma
I am simly a slacker and bum
Thats already me...
This poem is about:
Me
Our world