I see a big cluster
Of perhaps a custard
Its evil sweetness
Gives a sweet tooth sadness
The salt overrides the sugar
Because the cavity makes me cry
Some call me big booger
Sometimes I won’t even try
As the farmer breaks his hoe
He cries out in a gentle woe
The now hoe less man cannot buy a new hoe
And the hunter shot a doe
And he yells to the child “go”!
The now iron stained grass
Tastes a lot like brass
And now I know
Why I feel for the farmer
He is so poor
A knight without his armor
Cannot afford his own door
The rich men get cavities
The poor suffer calamities
The world is pointless
The end
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Author:
mrLoach (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes life isnt fair, but evil will haunt the bad in the end #sad #deep
- Category: Sad
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