Smile, smile, smile!
Funny, how they're the one hostile.
Preaching we should be happy,
While they revile.
They're so snappy.
Every day for them is crappy.
Look now we're the ones talking,
Talking and mocking.
Everyone has something to preach.
But why is it,
Half of them the next day, act as a leech?
It it possible for them to spread happiness,
With out the next day,
Having them attacking us?
Without the pettiness?
Is it possible,
To work together?
To all be happy,
And not make every day a little snappy?
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Poetry's Tale to Tell
PoetryOne sample of my work (Note not all poems will be so serious, some are story like others are light hearted): "Every day, something happens... Someone gets bullied, Just because "They're different" "Nerdy" "Annoying" "Have no sense of fashion..." All...
