But I'm a Sinner

by Mentally_Unable   Nov 21, 2004


He killed his daughter, his son, and wife
Laughed as he took away their life
He pretended to cry as they lyed still
Only for the money left on their will
He took the life of his own kin
But yet they call what I do sin

She fools everyone she know
and on every sunday church she'll go
She open her legs to every guy she get
just for one little cocaine hit
When she's high she have no care
and gets a second one as she's there
Her heart pounds fast while her head spin
But yet they call what I do sin

They take a drug so they can cheat
So when it's time the race they'll beat
They know that this isn't good
They don't do everything they should
We all cheer as they win
But yet they call what I do sin

I love her and she loves me
She helps me be the best I can be
Police stops us as we hold hands
Because thats what society demands
People stare as we eat dinner
Because everyone think of us as sinners

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  • 20 years ago

    by Mephastophilis

    WOW, WOW, WOW. I love this, its layout, the way it flows, the message behind it. It's a suberb poem. really thought provoking. WOW, you have great talent. tc, xmollyxx

  • 20 years ago

    by pinkalias

    wow, this is really clever. i love how you brought attention to all of the hyppocritical things going on in society that people preach not to do but thne practice themselves, then discriminate against something because they don't understand it. good job.

  • 20 years ago

    by Kristina

    this is really good! im sry bout w/e you have to go through! keep writeing

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