No hips, no tits, no pouty lips,
No baby adopted from China.
No tricks, no flicks, no stylin pics,
just a one hundred dollar cam'ra.
Our thoughts, our words, our very souls,
are damaged cause of what you have said.
And all along, though you are strong,
something about you, is very wrong.
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I like the first stanza. It had a sort of flow to it, but the second stanza seemed to change direction. Almost like there's a missing stanza, or it's part of a different poem.
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ya ha ha work in progress, maybe i should have incorperated that because of them, people feel unworthy i guess, or something like that ha ha idk
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I understood that, you got that across. It just seemed like you were going somewhere with the first part, and then it changed direction entirely and became like... a different tone, style, mood, etc. I dunno how to say it. It seemed like you were leading up to some insight about them, and it turned around on itself and yeah. IDUNNO. Yannow? BUT. Good stuff anyway.
The Media is bollocks. Wake up, sheeple!
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