Sunday, March 21, 2010

She keeps her chin up
Her shins cuffed
to the right stuff
Watching their legs twist
With the darkness
so foolish

She knows to be classy
with her lips sassy
and her heart brassy
Watching them laugh free
But she disagrees
Always has a plea

They make her shatter
constant batter
waste matter
But somehow she's ashamed
The one to blame
Can't be tamed

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