Call me the king without a crown
I wash it down.
Bottle it up
And fill my cup
Call me lost man without a map
No time to nap.
I must prevail
For I set sail.
Call me the man without a brain.
What I’ve gained,
Is what I’ve lost.
Call me the boss.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Call Me the Boss by Mike C.
7:54 AM
Mr. B-G
1 comments:
Cheico, I really liked the idea of this poem. I don't think anyone else covered the political outspeech aspect in their poems, and its good to get some diversity up here.
If flowed very well, the rhymes were good, and I didn't stumble in many places. I bet your other poems are just as good. Well done.
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