Left Unheard
Clerihew


Done Then
Mommy, why is it I see you smoke?
When I get older, you'll tell me not to toke.
Every day, I see you drink,
Growing up too fast, or so I think!

Who?
President is laughing last,
Doesn't care about the past.
He decides what the people want.
In the end, will be the haunt.

Hiding Place
Small, dark place inside of me.
Won't open it, to let her see.
Building a wall all around.
Won't be affected be their sound.


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