By Wyatt Bangert
As I sat in my room I felt a little gloom because I was sad a little bit mad this poem is radd it is tight this isn’t right just put up A fight I need some light im a beautiful sight I just might fly my kite now I am feelin good wearing my hood I just should I mean I could if I new I would im just miss understood now im getting yelled at by a huge fat rat i hit him in the face he sprays me with a can of mace and then we start a race I have tie my shoe lace to start this isn’t smart I cheated by using a shopping cart wait I heard a fart its I got in my car I didn’t go far I saw a shooting star then I put on a smile I walked a mile it took a little while I took a rest on a tile people like my style I put papers in a file that is a day in the life of wyatt as you can see its not quite now because I said so go start a riot
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