Sympathy. in Poetry by Me

  • Dec. 15, 2015, 10:40 p.m.
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I don’t hate you, love
I feel bad for you because
You missed out on me
I’m incredible
And now you will never know
Exactly how so
And I feel sad too
Because you don’t even know
Why I pity you
You go through your life
Oblivious to how much
Better your life could be

Lobbastah December 15, 2015

I am apparently feeling my oats tonight...

Mr. Mofo December 15, 2015

Very oatsey. This is like poem trail mix mixed with Vodka.

Lobbastah Mr. Mofo ⋅ December 15, 2015

It's not just for breakfast anymore.

Mr. Mofo Lobbastah ⋅ December 15, 2015

Vodka has NEVER been JUST for breakfast.

bearman December 16, 2015

Very good

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