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poetry
She’s on the street
There’s where to find
Out Camden way,
A daily grind
She can shine
She just don’t have time
A dime bag now tunes her prime
Don’t matter to her:
She’s sealed the bind
Walks tall and strong
Sympathy’s not her song
‘cept from the Devil
She could up that a level
Take it to the meanest ghetto
Embezzle the devil of meth and mettle
Take no prisoners - leave scores unsettled
And still be home by half past seven
O Cheyenne
Please do your jam
Entertain us from a world that’s “damn!”
Sure, the vagaries of which shan’t be nice
Dance boogaloo — to taboo, add spice
All you have to do is tell it like it is
One or two words — we get the gist
I must insist, a little miss
The world could use your strong resist
Not on Facebook — who would’ve guessed
Of social media — you speak in jest
If there’s one takeaway
From you, I’m sure
We should set our priorities
When we wish to score
