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Mother, you asked me just last night
To describe my friends, to shed some light
I shed the light, but cast shadows too
And the things that I told you were only half true
First there's friend A, star football jock
Drunk driving crash, now he can't even walk
Then there's friend B, top of the class
She's a heroine addict, can no longer pass
Next is friend C, best of all in the choir
Took up smoking last month, now her vocals tire
Then comes friend D, cheer captain loved by all
Pregnancy positive, she's not seen in the hall
Finally, there's friend E, painter of acclaimed skill
Starving artist indeed, bullemic and ill
Are you pleased with the perfection you see?
And if shaped by one's friends, what must I be?
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Posted Aug 16, 2009
what you have here is what i'd call a grade of C. average, not below or above. the rhyming i think works, for the most part everything is understandable, given the archetypes used.
it's strange because the rhyming might be the strength and weakness of the poem in my eyes. you kee... (
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