Swagger

He walked with swag
Leaning right and left
One foot to the right
Then left

He made people
Move
Out of his way
With swag like Chris Brown

Disgusted look crossed
My face
He looked at me
With pain

Embarrassment on his face
He swaggered away
Then I saw his foot

One hairy
One pale as the moon
I realized, it wasn’t swag

It was misfortune
No leg, not swag





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peartree18 said...
Sept. 13, 2011 at 3:48 pm
haha nice poem eric and thts funny how u commented on ur own poem
 
michiganalliance51 said...
Sept. 12, 2011 at 9:55 pm
Eric's awesome
 
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