Politicians
get pensions
some cops
live on graft
eBay mums
some millionaires
just by selling
shitty craft
.
Ch.
Good kids GET GOOD THINGS
and yes they get it all
Good kids GET GOOD THINGS
bad kids get FUCK ALL!
.
Managers get
bleeding stomach ulcers
parking inspectors
get a lot of hate
good honest men
get cancer
but fishermen
take the bait
.
teachers get
lots of holidays
dj’s relentlessly spin
shitty hits
boxers get
punched in the ring
wankers get
cramps in the wrist
.
some doctors get
punched to death
skate rats get
council ramps
gropey priests get
jail time
tips rats scrounge
old lamps
About the Creator
Brenton F
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Are Women Equipped with the Essential Qualities for a Fulfilling Life?
The Importance of Self-Love and Self-Respect for Women A woman must not lose the most beautiful thing within herself, which is self-love. Self-respect and self-love are essential qualities that are independent of a woman’s beauty. If a woman lacks self-love, she will be trampled on like a lowly carpet, and others will despise her. All human beings are equal, and therefore women should not lower themselves in any way.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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