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I’m fed up girl by dingo! Guess I got enough
I reckon you don’t merit my attentions and my love
Then you told him off with me I’m old
Let me tell you for I want you to know
Without you, I guess I’ll still survive
I’m gonna put things back together and lead a brand new life
Without you, I’ll pave another way
For by walking out on me girl, you’d rather made my day
I gave you all you dreamt of. You did flourish and did bloom
Oh the emerald, peals, rubies and the diamonds, I got them just for you
But when you read and tore my billet duo
Got the message; now I know we are through
Without you, I’m free as free could be
To take a lonesome trip down south; for sand and sun and sea!
Witout you, I’m still what I am
The comic, caring , cool guy
So I don’t just give a damn
I wish I were an ant that leads
A simple life and calls it quits
Than feeling lovelorn; getting betrayed
I’d rather be stoical and dream away
For wind for da pocket, I gotta fa much
Planta goody ladies to take out fa lunch
So as a matter of fact that was no big deal
You really shook me up a little but I’m made of still
(I mean ) I’ve loved so many ladies; done so many deeds
But through the loving and doings none touched me like you did
But though you knocked my pride so they should see I’m green
They won’t see nothin…. for I’ve got me no spleen
Without you, I guess I’ll still survive etc.
Written by Divine T Sangbong 1994 email@example.com
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.