Infant Funeral
At midnight I was born
But I'll die before the morn
I know this is my fate
Because I'm dying its already too late
Before I even reach the baby's basket
My parents are mourning at my funeral casket
Aloof Sarcasm
Your old shtick has run its course
It's a one trick pony beating a dead horse
Your smirky attitude may have lead some to think you're witty
Now the only laughs you'll hear are sounds of pity
Teachers
To my teachers this I write
You have guided me to the light
Now my life is straighten out
You were there when I was in doubt
Now I see the sun shining through
It is all because of you
When ever I see you in the street
I know I have a friend to greet
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