Poems from Monopolyman314

Hundreds of Millions of Messanger birds  Soaring across the world. It sure is a miracle That none of them crash Into each other.
Pencils tap on desks Sweat is beading on my brow Oh god, I hate tests
Lost in the wild And with no way left to go But all the way up
In it's history, America has played Many different roles: The Damsel The Villain And The Train
The pauper can value the coin, And the starving can value the feast, But the uneducated have no way to value the written word.