This is about one of my teachers in my fair good ole school who recently told me I would grow up to be a bum. Which I have no problem with...I'll be what I am and I am not what I'll be.
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Asks about me and a job to be.
Tell my devotion of the invention of emotion.
Pours his soul in a big paper bowl.
Moseys on up and hands me a cup.
Advice he has still remains crass.
“Learn to shake it or you’ll never make it.
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