This book, is created for the documentation of Ken's poems of diverse varieties of genres. As you read and follow each chapter, I hope you don't get puzzled along 😂. All poems found in this book are all made by Ken, in which he takes pride in writi...
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Again, I watched another pass me by. My faith drench, my spirit quench. Only me, just me, no one to comply. Though I sit with a stench.
As my saline fluid drops, my eyes clench, My crayons; my only ally, My crayons are what I need to retrench. So, I must raise my voice to end my distress and to crucify.
Unto myself I do not dignify, But in my class, I should rein Sign the vow at the orphanage, though diss, but nullify So my wails will not be in vain.
