Thirty poems in thirty days: DAY 10


I carry back-pocket poetry like cash
doper than that hometown hash that I rep when I roll
Respect the rules
Life is not all for fools and those that glitter are not always jewels
But fools gold
Sold like disease
But me
I see through loopholes and dishonest men
They will all perish in the end
When life eventually comes again

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