angel child

May 26, 2011
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People call me the angel child.
The truth is… I am an angel.
I am the sweetest kid that walked the country,
…no actually the world,
scratch that, the universe.

I am so smart, my brain is filled with tons, and tons, and tons, of information.
Nobody else has this much information in their brain.
And, they all envy me.
All of them want to be my friends because they want to get some of my knowledge.
But they can’t get it because it is too much for their little brains.

I am THE best dresser in the world.
I wear something then everyone,
I mean everyone wears it the next day.
They just want to be like me.
It’s a shame they can’t.

I am the nicest kid ever.
I help little old ladies across the street.
I clean the entire house by myself,
dust, polish, and vacuum I do it all.
I cook five course meals for my family
and sometimes for my neighborhood.

If I were to fall from a 3 story building
nothing would happen because I am an angel
and nothing will ever hurt me.
That is great news for my mom because she loves me.

No matter what I do, I am always an angel while doing it.
I was an angel when I was little,
I am still an angel now,
and I will ALWAYS be an angel!





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ExpRESsY0uRse1F said...
Jul. 17, 2011 at 3:32 pm
Hmmm...an odd topic for a poem, and not really the best writing technique...but I guess I like the bluntness....if thats even a word.
 
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