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Sep 14
poem
ZoeBee

What we do

We're forgetting and regressing
It's annoying, it's depressing
We are hating and we're crying
We are born and then start dying
We raise kids, put them to sleep
We herd cows and they herd sheep
We agree and we dissent
We uprise and then repent
We hit them and then we cry
We mine down so we can fly
We build up steps and then we break them
We melt down rules and then we make them
We chase the carrot and run from whips
We value knowledge, punish quips
We help the poor and then we bill them
We kiss our children, then we kill them





 
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  1. Sunflowergirl
    Sep 15, 2021

    Oh my gosh these rhymes kill me! I love this!

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  1. ZoeBee
    Sep 15, 2021

    Thank you!

    Zoe

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