Poem -
Checkmate
The world is like a weight, I’m like a ant, lifting double my strength, nobody can escape they’re fate, some choose not to wait, while others refuse to use, and stay straight, at this rate, whatever threat they make, there’s no longer a move, so I’m yelling checkmate, and they’re at a stalemate, I’ve already proved that I will not fail, and they became hate, when I picked up upon they’re trail, I sensed that something was wrong, and they’re conflict went to hell, now all that's left? Is to put the bad guys in jail!!! TKETT3L Tyler Ace Kettelhut
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Hello Tyler...
They'll be out tomorrow...
The innocent go to Jail now...
Remember?
They want us to bring them to Office in 2028 with a line to feed people with?
I wonder what their Menu will be then?
Maybe, they'll just leave the idea of Bugs on the Table?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Thanks!!! I just edited a sentence!!! Some of the worst of people never get in trouble, and there are a lot of innocent people that are in jail for shit they didn't even do!!!