Another one of Scott's Poems - untitled

This is another poem by Scott that he wrote about our friend Pat. No offence Pat if you ever see this...even though you already read it... anyways...

Patrick sits + jokes
As though he were Accepted.
He smiles + flirts As if
He had But A chance
With Amy such As you.
He strums his guitar and thinks
That makes him cool.
Little Does he know,
Class is hereditary.
He was born low + Cross
And will die so.

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