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My Dignity

I hate your credo

They sound so eerie

Your words are misty

I guess you deserve to be at my society

I hate my poesy

It looks like empty

My words are crazy

I deserve to be buried alive at the cemetery

They've felt like groovy

They've shown that they've possessed piety

Their words are victory

They deserve a gift from someone almighty

We are sometimes silly

Because life was full of dubiety

Our words are plucky

We deserve to solve a mystery

Really most of us are wiseacre

But death choose no wise or fool

I just pray that when my body decayed

I wish for this to preserve - my dignity....

written: June 8, 2002 at 7:23 am PH time

Mysterious Aries