LET IT BE KNOWN
There's an IP number
I can look up anytime
Not lost in slumber
But defender of the rhyme
You're one of one
Who rates my poetry bad
As I'm going numb
Crying over this lad
Because you don't understand
And you never will
That the guy who's my man
Can push me downhill
Maybe you'd enjoy seeing
Me there with a broken neck
Instead of writing poetry
Giving my man this kind of heck
Well, it's what he does to me
Because he doesn't live alone
And here emotion's are set free
When he's too dull to answer his phone
People don't care what you know
They won't hear when you communicate
When they see the evil glow
They know you're filled with hate
So I cannot be alarmed
When negativity comes through
Because I won't let in the harm
Of your bad review.
7/16/2007 0800 cj
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