So many hail from the outside
And come to the inside
For wealth, for greed, for gain
The avaricious alien
Infiltrates our little world
Foreign products enter our country
Under the radar
The black market
The white market
It’s all the same
It’s all for gain
What about the poor within?
They don’t care
They just want their share
It’s time to take a stand
And buy the products here
We should fear
This foreign production
Our economy is dying
Poor children are crying
Fix this mess
Started by the avaricious alien
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
