Look What They've Done
((( To My Poem )))
They crinkled it up and laughed
And made a mockery of me
And then they cut it up in pieces
And hung it from a tree
And then they told me to quit my writing
And that I really needed to stop
And then they threatened to cut my hair
And use it as a mop
Then the one guy raised his fist
And he was looking really mad
So I wrote a poem about that
And he went crying to his dad
Billie Nardozzi
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