BAG OF TROUBLE
I bought a bag of trouble
at the corner of 33rd.
The place was buzzing
people coming as
lookouts spread the
word.
I bought a bag of depression
insomnia, lack of life.
The bag was small
the price was high.
I should of thought
twice.
I bought a bag of trouble
at the age of 17.
I thought I was cool,
I thought I was down
my life had just begun.
I bought a bag of trouble
just the other day.
My product is different
my thoughts have changed
and now im 41.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Ghetto Tales | 0 | 03/18/2015 |
| WHAT YOU NEED? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| BAG OF TROUBLE | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Drug Dream | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Anger | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Would I? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| My life | 1 | 11/04/2009 |
| DECISIONS | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
| Ain't Changed | 1 | 10/23/2009 |
| Saturdays | 1 | 07/22/2009 |
| First | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| I Remember | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| My Life | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| The Hill | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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