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10 Questions Plus One Frequently Asked.
What happens when
Your milk is tipped?
Betrayed by your own spoiled
Lies...
What happens when
Your coin is flipped?
And you left your expenses behind,
Without even saying
Goodbye... You
Ran,
Fought,
Hid,
Hide & Seek,
Mr. Officer found you
Hidden under the bed.
Do you live under a rock?
Down under Bikini Bottom,
Rooming with Patrick from Sponge Bob?
Do you live beneath the freeway bridge?
Are you sleeping with the Fremont Troll?
Do you booze yourself
Into oblivious bliss?
Every single night?
Is that how you sleep?
When the cocaine doesn't seep,
Creeping,
Deep
Into your consciousness.
Are you The Tin man?
Do you wish
Do you sing,
"If only had a brain"?
You don't even have a brain...
hmmm this is a stanza of new style in your sweet poem..
Ran,
Fought,
Hid,
Hide & Seek,
Mr. Officer found you
Hidden under the bed.
it means you are expeiencing your experties..well..love this poem which is really a great one..well done shana... you are doing a good job and I am enjoying your poems..hope you also dont forget my poetry to read through..best of luck