Skeletons In The Closet
Everyone has skeletons in their closet
even though they deny.
That might work with some people,
but with me don't even try.
I am not perfect, and never claimed to be.
But some people in this world
think their shit don't stink.
Sorry I am just calling it like
I see it, and I don't give a damn.
I am just truthful, and
standing up for who I am.
I have many skeletons that reside
in my closet, and I don't care to say.
I am not going to pretend
that my life's perfect in any way.
So you better keep hiding those
skeletons, because someday we'll see.
That you high class people
are no different then people like ME!
------- Author's Notes -------
This is not one of my better poems, but have you ever been out somewhere, and had someone to just set and stare at you, or just make you feel like your not as good as them, or even give you hints that your not. Well hope they know their no different then me, I bet they put their jeans on the same way I do...one leg at a time, hahaha
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, December 31 2005, 09:16 pm|
Hey Tammy! What's happenin'? You are soooo right. I can testify about a skeleton now. I got so many I lost count. Well maybe not that many.... Hhahah. But I feel you. I hear you. So straightforward. So open. So forthright. Nobody is flawless. Nobody is blameless. Nobody is faultless. Right on Tammy, right on!
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