Now I's gots all fours and fives
But it brings me moes mo strength
Makes me precerate doze sixes mo,
An it duz doze fives mo, too.
So I tried ta talk to da masser,
But he runs an ees hidden too.
But den again, I knows
Dat da master done tol' me
He never attackded me.
An ees da master.
So hell, maybe I aint’s
No poet no ways.
But at least I ain’ts
No lieing critique.
A hound ta be put down.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorry-masser/
