I want to tell you about living
in the ghetto of rhyme town,
I wish to tell how we
the forgotton turn the world down.
Rhyme town streets of destruction
filled with endless seeming grey,
a blimp, a glitch, a failure
that messes up your day.
But i like the way my town rhymes,
A peice and part of the very lives,
We have faliures and our own hell,
But somehow it all seems well.
I want to tell you about living
in the ghetto of rhyme town,
I wish to tell you how we
the forgotton stop you going down.
A contest entry
- Rhyme Town by Slick99.
675 points, ended September 1, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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thanks so much for entering!!! good luck!!! -slick99

