I know how you feel.
Actually...I don't.
You broke you're heel?
At least you have hope.
Because you have a bed to sleep in. You don't know how it's like to cope.
Everyday is so much work.
It's easy doing nothing.
You just spend you're time making that booty twerk.
You are so intrested in that butt
You never realised what happened
to the people with little luck.
People are lucky If they found dinner.
Don't you feel a little pity?
Because it's not you dying, you little sinner!!
Children living on the street.
You don't know how good you're life is.
They are lucky even if they got raw meat!
You can just shut up about wanting this and that.
Life changes.
Who knows? You can end up wearing nothing but a hat.
sorry if this poem seemed angry or whatever but this subject annoys me.
We rant about how we want this and that.
If only the tables were turned.
Byeesss
mwha
