Out of the frying pan
Into the fire
The mood is dour
And you are sour
Your heart bleeds black
Your mind you lack
rule with power and greed
A childish game
And yet you lead.

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freeperson said...
Jul. 16, 2013 at 6:25 pm
Not my strong point either, and good poem :)
GraphicWriter This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 20, 2013 at 2:31 pm
Thank you(:
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