When I was younger, I'd think deeply about Earth,
In the incubator, a four-week premature birth.
At school with a few friends but never fitted in,
Some souls dark, influenced by demons or djinn.
Loved fairgrounds, slides and all the big rides,
Sensing changes coming, a turning of the tides.
Moral decisions are made by less and less,
Don't fuck people over trying to be the best.
One of the main reasons I started writing rhymes,
We are living in completely unprecedented times.
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A fun read reminiscing on past times and the reason for writing rhymes. Well done in rhyme
Thank you (:
An entertaining read but makes some serious points, particularly what people do to be the best, something that happens all the time, enjoyed the read
Cheers, yes indeed I was going for that, thank you.
You are very welcome
Love it
Thanks pal
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