Those darn animals
Who lay there all relaxed
They mock my aching muscles
They mock my hurting back
Those darn animals
That fly to where they please
They mock my tired feet
And get to greet the breeze
Those darn animals
Who's food is simple grass
They mock poor people's peasantry
Who's food isn't vast
You darn animals
We also mock you
We know to put clothes on
But you don't do you?
You darn animals
We mock u just the same
We have a sixth sense
But you have a smaller brain
You darn animals
Who mocks who?
Now that I've come to think about it
Aren't we animals too?
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A Mixture Of Poetry
PoetryWell here are a mixture of some poems of mine. They aren't all about one specific thing, but a mixture of different genres.
