Some people are good with words
And others are great with rhymes
Some people can master all swords
And others are wasting their time
Some people are fragile like glass
And others are cold like marble
Some people have a shit-ton of class
And others ,instead ,like to garble
Some people don't wanna grow up
And others can't wait to be old
Some people don't need useless cups
And others can't wait to be sold
Some people are always accusing
And others are telling the truth
Some people find others amusing
And others don't wanna know sooth
Again and again it keeps spinning,
Again and again all the time.
Why can't I just simply stop sinning ?
Why is it considered a crime?
25.10.2016
some people
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