Mad
When I see bullies I
get mad
I think of DISCO but
I’m still mad
I think about the
motorcycle and boy I get mad.
I think about sisters
and I get mad
When brothers tease
me I get sad
And when I’m sad I’m
real mad.
When I think of
stories I didn’t write
And homework that
takes all Night!!
I get mad
Ain’t that sad
I can’t help it but I
get Mad
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