So I'm not sure if you know that guy, his name is Life
Yoh! We have issues, he makes me want to take my knife...
His constantly in my face
Life's like," Uhm.. You not keeping up with the worlds pace..."
So I'm not a boss
My clothes isn't posh
I didnt buy a car out of the box
And yes! I have some holes in my socks!
So what if I grew up poor
When to bed without food, I endure
But Life, you know what, when my life end
I will die happy because I'm content.
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Maurice Jacobs
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Poem topics: car, food, happy, poor, face, knife, boss, endure, life, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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