the pompus little snit
By rmerwin
I've read your scithing pointed words not works of poets like scrapping little girls squeeling and fighting in dresses just pressed home to their mothers in wrecked sunday's best I've listened a bunch and I've spoken a bit now I am tired of this pompus little snit So I'll exit the venue of those who don't hear In leaving I'll make myself perfectly clear whatever is done or whatever is said we're all here together one earth till the end So show me some tolerence cut me some slack and give me some credit for giving it back. Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 02:40 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 14
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"I've read your scithing pointed words ..."