Nines and Tens, Quite fine work, Soothing to mind, Easy on the eyes. But wait… the blue bees will come to sting. Leaving goose eggs, bumps wrongly portraying. Why…Why can’t you explain your vote? I can handle the sevens and eights, But not date rape! Don’t fuck me like you know me. Blue wads of unknown foes who vote. Keep your child baring glue! Zeros given without stating reason. Cause they are their own hero! Mostly fives and sixes, Nothing to boast about, Work harder that we will and do. The blue votes mean nothing, Just consider suggestions made. We’ll put it together, make it work. Threes and fours, Almost out the door, Needing some work. Stick around we’ll all help. We know how it feels. So don’t worry; we’ll keep it real. Ones and Twos, That’s the blues, Haven’t seen much trash like that, Something that bad you’re going to get bashed, Maybe the best idea is keep your poetry to yourself? Or work on writing more. A poem a day, will keep the negativity away. Its trash to bash the beauty of poetry, So I say “Go hug a tree!” Yah! Saying that is giving glee. But now…now I must pee.