Monday, December 10, 2012

We Real Cool

THE POOL PLAYERS. 
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.



We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
 
I love this poem and am so jealous of it because it has a cool rhythm to it.

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