an old poem I wrote on a memo pad

[hitmanneo]

ppl

you make yourself look pretty
look fair
look down upon because you've never been there
down in it, the pit, despair
nothing but disdain
for those above, highchair
but oh so humble
and fair
for those there, you care
should not want such things
to rise above, don't dare
you will change
and lose the ones you love
stay true, stay blue, and kiss the ones who love you

i have no idea what that was all about
i like finding old things