Sometimes I get sick and tired of all this shit. Just want to hang my coat and quit. Find an island by myself. Just the necessities don't need wealth. To have a little peace and quiet. Is nice but money can't buy it. I'd like to scream and yell Tell most to go to hell Do you think I'm having a bad day. Or just taking time to have my say?
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Sometimes I just want a nice neat world. No fuss no muss.
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