Hey Degenerate,
Selling on corners of streets?
With torn up holes in your jeans?
Bandannaed hair in the breeze.
Hey Degenerate,
Hatered for all that you see?
Don't lift more than one can heave
With Bandannaed hair in the breeze.
Hey Degenerate,
Smile so keen to deceive
Thought more than thinking should be
With Bandannaed hair in the breeze.
Hey Degenerate,
Why are you cutting so deep?
Painting Red by the streams
Bandannaed hair in the breeze.
Hey Degenerate,
Hope you made one with peace.
So pale, so still, but yet replete
With Flowing hair in the breeze.
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This is such an intresting and unique write i love the way that you have used repetition throughout the poem and the way that it flows and rhymes in places as well. however a suggestion for you, try not using caps throught out the sentences and at the beginning of each sentence, hehe dont worry thought i always use to do that as well. well done
Charlotte
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