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Thinking a life of tranquility is a thing not possible for your kind,

You stay mad about something all of the time,

Claiming to have been repeatedly molested before the age of ten,

As an adolescent you were like a neighborhood sperm bank for wayward boys and men,

Doing everyone in your neighborhood your only way of gaining popularity,

Come dumb ruled by stupidity and immorality,

Mad about something all of the time,

Gave it to men, women and passers by,

Never charged a dime,

Gave it away for free,

Just seeking what has always eluded thee,

And still believing deep within your mind,

That a life of tranquility is not a thing possible for your kind,

Tramp,



By,

Habib Abu Lateef



©2011



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