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The official story
by Johnny CrimsonI build big one,
maybe two.
Need higher,
more floors.
It pretty,
look there,
nice,see it?
Too much dust now,
no money cover insurance,
need plan,
big boom.
You help,
maybe crash,
you get a cut?
I make more later.
Morning,
Boom,
fall down,
rebuild.
08/27/2012
Author's Note: Purposely written like an idiot!!!!
Posted on 08/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/22/12 at 11:21 PM Everything is in a state of being built or falling down but with each fall there is a chance of being rebuilt... or being the components of something else. |
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