You think I'm a puppy
What does that make you, a flea
Cause baby you're riding the coat tails
Of every word I speak
You think you're high and mighty
But darling it's all chatter
When it comes down to it
You don't know what truly matters
This isn't a matter of state
You can fix from atop your throne
This is a real man's job
So give it up cause you've been owned
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
