Knock Out
Leave that poor woman alone
She’s going to end under a stone
that says rest in peace
you got her like she’s a dog on a leash.
What you gonna lose?
You choose
Leave her with another bruise?
Put yourself in her shoes.
So stop acting like you the boss
cuz she’s gonna be your great loss.
She does every chore
But still ends up on the floor?
And you’d rather be with that whore?
She can’t even talk
And if she does
there goes another knock.
What you’re doing is a crime
But one day
you’ll do the time!
By: Francheska P.

3 Comments:
i love ur band
great poem!I feel you
NICE POEM!
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