I wrote this poem last year, after...ahem...I'll save ya from having to read that garbage. Let me just say, that I got done wrong, as is done to all of us at one point or another... What do you think?
By: Jefferson Davis
What is a soul to you?
Something you can control for a while,
until you gain another mile.
Someone to listen to all your chronicles,
and christen all the half-truths.
Make you feel big,
while you rig another soul of deceit.
Someone to help with your troubles,
and be there on the double.
Kicked and down I may be,
but a frown you’ll never see.
Friendship is give and take,
for I will never partake in the lies and deceit,
of a snake like you.
Spew your arsenic and guile,
on someone else for a while.
I’ll file your name,
with a sense of shame,
to of ever known your game.By: Jefferson Davis
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