Wednesday, 28 May 2008


Finding yourself taught by the uneducated leaves questions they can't answer,
Electric insecurity poisons my aura when I've lost control,
My lack of respect haunts my good manners even though I couldn't give a fuck who you are,
Karma repays my debts with a piggy bank containing loose currency,
Having ambitions can lose enemy's disguised as friend's in outfits similar to yours,
They say the people in your life play a part in who you are even though I question who are you?


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Please don't hesitate to leave a comment. Tell me what your own personal response to this poem is. I would love to know what you think I'm saying or trying to say. Looking forward to your adaptation!