My Mouth

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Right now I have Writer’s Block,
I wish an idea would just come knock, knock, knock,
Ryming is in my genes,
We write exactly what we mean,
Sometimes I am in trouble with the school,
Some stuff I say makes kids call me a fool,
I know they don’t understand life as I do,
All they do is make sure nothing is skew,
Their hair,
Is all done up with care,
The makeup,
Makes them look all faked up,
I feel sorry for them,
Because I know it will happen again,
It’s a cycle that never ends,
I hope to no one I have offend,
My mouth gets me in trouble a lot,
Many times I have sought,
To make it quiet,
But forever it will riot.





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