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It is all lies, I deserve the prize
Contest entry. Pantoum Poetry form
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as my inspiration. And I thought that you should read his in order to know just who the poor son of the South is that I am referring too. Thank you so much carlton607


It is all lies, I deserve the prize

Don't listen to that poor son of the South, as talented as he might be
That part about breathing is just a ploy for your sympathy
His Paw works on an oil rig - 28 days a month at a time
While it is true his mama does seethe that was usually his fault too

That part about breathing is just a ploy for your sympathy
He was the bully always picking on me; he hides on that ledge from the sheriff
While it is true his mama did seethe that was usually his fault too
My mama cooked, hooked, and read to me from the Good Book

He was the bully always picking on me; he hides on that ledge from the sheriff
My mama instilled in me, "The law will soon deal with that poor boy of the South."
My mama cooked, hooked, and read to me from the Good Book
Though I do my very best, seems I can't beat that poor son of the South

My Mama instilled in me, "The law will soon deal with that poor son of the South."
I went to college too - earned two degrees for all the good they'd do
Though I do my very best, seems I can't beat that poor son of the South
I need an upgrade, and I am willing to beg, plead, and shout.

I went to college too - earned two degrees for all the good they'd do
I write every day too, just like that other you know who
I need an upgrade, and I am willing to beg, plead, and shout
I say, "He has plenty money, and talent too. I just need to win this more than he do."

I write every day too, just like that other you know who
His Paw worked on an oil rig - 28 days a month at a time
I say, "He has plenty money, and talent too. I just need to win this more than he do."
Don't listen to that poor son of the South, as talented as he might be.
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