If You Cant Make Me, Dont Muck Me You whose glasses are sharp at abusing You flawless whose mouth can muck tomorrow on me Just because how the Deity mold me Just because my hand are not couple like you, Well thats my me, for you Brats! If you cant mold dont mare! For one hand, some might have laughed, For shyness, some might have jest For my stupidities some might have curse For my mistakes, some might have abuse instead to ammend Brats! if you cant mold dare not mare. Was it my joy to see myself like this Or have you once prayed to God to make you like me, Though i feel ashame and feel disgrace, but God makes the grass with grace. The Sirrah to sir, Lets take for instance Fanny Crosby a poetess she rise up though blind, she wasnt sad of her blindness and so i , a one handed earth, though sad atimes, but rest assured For God Promise are with me....... So dont mare me! if you never can mold me! MAJOR GOLDING 2014
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 18:43:48 +0000