You got me by the balls.
I try to run in the closet,
You get me in the halls.
Run to you instead.
I try to get ahead.
I like to be alone.
Don't bitch,
Don't moan.
You got my balls.
Two Barbie dolls.
Stupid.
We don't walk,
We crawls.
The poetry here is free to view and share. The author believes art should be available to all, even if not able to afford a purchased version. Books are available to purchase if desired. All poetry, words or phrases given are written by DENA DARVISH DERAKHSHAN.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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