As I went a walkin' one day, I said to myself, "Hey! Since I don't have my keys, there may be mail ... please."
When in I looked, my eyes were hooked.
I couldn't see the back, there was only black.
I ran to my room with my hopes held high,
I ran so fast almost like I could fly.
I looked like a savage as I ripped open my package.
When I found what was inside,
I beamed with great pride.
The needle didn't hurt and I now have a shirt.
To Carter BloodCare I gave, so that a life they could save.
To Compton I will say, Do I like poetry? "Nay!"
I only rhyme to have a good time.
I don't like your class, I'd rather watch growing grass.
The reason I stare is that I don't even care.
Your grading is subjective, I'm sad I chose this elective.
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