The Black & White Poet

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My value to you - trash.
You think it's hilarious -
You'd trade me for cash.
Seven-seven-seven.
You're amused.
Hell - not Heaven.
I'm accused.
Not choosed.
Let loosed.
Again - you're amused.
Life to You -
Joke.
Relax, have a coke.
Sit back,
You're entertained!
By the person you hurt,
It refers to my name.
I am trash - to you.
No value anymore.
No value anymore.

~DaYnA e. 12/22/02


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