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My plea for fair voting. (Free verse) by LuckyJoe
Why must you give chase,
With your discriminating pace,
Racing in without care,
To judge without reading,
Hard up, filled with hate.
A lovely zero my gift from you.
What is your reason sir?
Could you easy my mind,
Be so kind as to tell me why.
Each new piece you come to bless,
Please no longer test my will,
Come to me and converse,
Relinquish whatâs on your chest.
This is my plea,
You however will never see,
Open your eyes for a moment,
Read each line,
Just one time is all I ask.
I know not what I did,
My actions have upset you,
They were not in contempt,
That I swear to you.
Now asking your forgiveness.
Tell me what Iâve done,
Then it shall be made correct,
If I was ill mannered,
Iâm man enough to admit,
Will you allow an apology to fix?
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5862
Posted: October 6, 2003 5:13 AM PDT; Last modified: October 6, 2003 5:13 AM PDT
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the only fully operational brainmachine is Y2kSlamPoet, who has gove undercover along with my last bottle of Peket...
but alas, we are all soon going to complete our formula for creating "something out of nothings" - we have ventured into godly terrain, and yet we are brave (or stupid enough) not to worry.
I dont think apologies will suffice since there will aways be a soul that dislikes you and anything that comes from you, (everyone has to go through this.. )
stop pleading, dust off your jeans and start keeping your head up.