Sabrina; you can't leave at this moment
What is the hold up?
Your poetry confession is sketchy
I wrote it simple; without being afraid
I live by the ways of handling pest control
and
You can't keep me
I was mad, the incident tried to acted on me, kept messing with my mind and my finger strayed the raid
Sabrina; you are here, under one condition
and
This you know
Give me the damn paper!
Now let this be done
You want to read;
"Justification for Being Marked"
I had to walk away and cool off
Hell; it wasn't enough
I was approached;
By an uncontrollable roach
It was well~known;
To just exterminate it
I wrote this twice,
You rolled the dice
and
It positioned on my side
My rights has Final Protection
May I be Release
Sabrina "Chris" Williams