by Unknown
Jan 2011 223 Views 2 comments
Thats nice how bout them NY Yanks
Partys over lets all go home and face another day
She died last night? Hes in jail again?
He did the crime and has to pay.
Drugs turns good ones into bad and the bad ones into trash
But some of us hate reality, and have a reason for burning cash
The girl whos dead now said just say how bout them New York Yanks
As a congenial way to change the subject
I love her and wish I ciould give her thanks
She died last night? Hes in jail again?
He did the crime and has to pay.
Drugs turns good ones into bad and the bad ones into trash
But some of us hate reality, and have a reason for burning cash
The girl whos dead now said just say how bout them New York Yanks
As a congenial way to change the subject
I love her and wish I ciould give her thanks
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Posted: Jan 2011
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some of us hate reality, and have a reason for burning cash A Red Sox fan, I am torn by this poem and left wondering what is reality.