Hair 2

chocolate man mongol hairsytle
kung- fu looking dude
walking on a warm brezzy day

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Prize

Is it my quest, to be driven.
Striving for perfection.
Using mental concentration.
Focus on becoming a prodigy.
Having extraordinary skills.
Mastering my talents.
To achieve life utimate prize.

Success, Success, Success.

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Me Not Crazy, Are You?

Me not crazy, are you?
'What are you thinking? '
I ain't no mental-craze.
I don't run around, foaming out my mouth.
With a 2 year-old brain.

Me not crazy, are you?
Yes, I am crazy!
I need my med...
Please, daddy! I need my med?
I ain't your daddy, you crazy fool.

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The wealthy vagabond

These so called: upper-class people, are the true scum's on earth.
Money is there God; with there cold-blooded selve's.
Money-Money-Money, it's all they think about.

Destroying the planet habitat, human's, animal's, and plant's.
Just to keep them, living wealthy.
Global-warming, the system's, drug's and weapon's.
The government, run's that scheming trade.

Im a poor man, living my life to the fullest.
In their view, im a bum.
In my eyesight, they are the vagabond.

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Street Holocaust

In these mean street's, don't you get caught sleeping.
Every which way you look, it seem like, someone out there creeping.
Living in this urban combat life style.
Hope that, you don't end up, on a statistic profile.

All on the new's channel and pages, there is another homicide.
I these day's and age's, therefore, you just got to survive.
As I think to myself, wondering why! Why there so much violence's.
At the end of day's, I will be praying for some silence's.

'I HAVE SURVIVE THE STREET HOLOCAUST.'

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Part 4: The fish saves the worm

The big-mouth fish, snatched the worm.
As the worm was afraid; a small piece of him,
was left, on the sharp object.

The fish cuddle him, in his mouth.
Swimming as fast as he can;
to make it, close to the shore.
The fish, spit him out, on the land.

As the worm landed, he look toward the fish.
And said, ' thank you for not eating me? '
I wish you well, the fish said. Take care!

As the worm grind his way, toward a new place.
Knowing this ain't his home, the ground was moist.
He drilled a hole, and discover a new home.

The End....

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The Nomad Is Hungry Part 2

As the temperature start to cool down.
Wandering on the streets, as my belly start to hurt.
I'm hungry! Where am I going to get some food at!
Having lent ball's in my pocket.Did'nt hace any money.

Pasting by, all type of restaurant.As belly kept turning.
For a minute! I thought about going inside.
But, I knew they won't serve me any food.

As I got to the corner.I headed to the alley.
Having eager desire to jump into the trash-can.
As I search for some some food.Thany you, Lord!
I needed all this food.Man! 'I do surely stink....'

Coming Soon!
'The Nomad need to bathe.'

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The talking animal's

As I become, a fictitious narrative.
Creating a fable story, about a dog, cat and a mice.
The dog name Bog, the cat name Spat, and the mice is Spice.

Bog said to Spat, why are you chasing Spice?
Spat said, because, I want some of that rodent slice's.
So, you want to cut him into piece's.
I am hungry, Bog! Spice come to me, I protect you?
Okay Bog, I hope you really, going to protect me.

Spat get back, please! I don't want to hurt you?
So you think im a cat; I can't beat you?
We going to find out, Spat the big alley cat.
Bog the little mutt; you a bluff Bog.

Spat, end up, chasing the both of them.

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