Thuggishone

A story/poem.... I wrote...lol

My Poems

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+ 13	Our dreams are all made of stars.
+ 9	My Angel.
+ 11	Call me.
+ 8	Princess song.
+ 11	Your kiss song.
+ 9	Precious song.
+ 11	Half way.
+ 7	trapped.
+ 5	Thinking of you.
+ 8	Guiding you.
+ 5	Angel eyes.
+ 7	Roses.
+ 6	The basics.
+ 4	Loves about dedication
+ 9	A little boy sitting by himself.

Hairy plumed man.

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Created on 5-18-08

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I live in harmony but every women I know is harming me,

their a great danger to my health,

why else would I want to kill myself?

I'm mentally retarded,

theses raps are how this whole thing started,

I was up in the club and got carded for rapping,

so I moved up and really started macking,

after that my rhymes started lacking skills,

so I went off and started selling pills to druggies that needed their dope,

for what ever their reason was for not being able to cope without them,

I knew I was of use, I was the only one,

that would watch them do that sort of abuse.

Now for all those men who say a drug dealer is nothing in life,

go ask your wife about me, and then come back within the hour,

and tell me my story doesn't sound good?

just because you sell dope doesn't make you hood,

you'd pop off if you could, "get lost",

Damn it, "I wish you would".

I don't care to hear your story,

your wife's a whore,

(Him speaking) "she maybe a whore"

"but she never whored me"

(Me)"Sir" "you want some drugs"?

show me the money,

I'm not hear to listen to you trying to be funny,

sonny, I got a job to do and people to meet,

so if you don't have any money heres a magazine,

go beat your meat in your bedroom so nobody knows,

except for you and your palm you named rose,

I didn't pick that name it's the one you choose for your hand

and thats the story of a hairy plumed man.

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