Hey stupid bitch, how is your high horse
Is the view up there one to adore
Did you think you deserve more than the rest
I guarantee that you aren't close to the best.
Stupid twat think of what's left
The night defines those that are left
Come to the light, fault to the end
I give my self for those that ascend


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.