poem 6

by dog e relaford

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everybody hates my poetry everybody hates my soul but to be nice to everybody has ever been my goal i thought i would be famous and appeal to people’s better nature but they teach you to know better and let you know they hate ya here i am back at square one i walk in the rain and i walk in the sun maybe they don’t just hate me but also hate each other i can only stand on the corner and say, that’s all brother next poem