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took great pride in his appearance;
None of his clothes were bought from clearance.
He thought himself greater than any other.
His Arrogance you could not smother.
But despite all of his fortune and fame,
He only had himself to blame;
For he was a miserable man who could find no friend.
He will remain alone until his bitter end;
Unless he changes his selfish ways,
And shows other people a little bit of praise.

The doctor was a middle aged man who was pleasing to look at;
Some could argue he was just a little fat.
His cheeks were rosy, eyes shining bright.
He wore a smile on his face each and every night.
Curing people was his profession,
But underneath it all was another obsession.
Little children were his patients,
And I'm sure their parents would have no patience
If they knew of his secret desire.
It burns within him like a fire.
He examines every child with the greatest pleasure;
And his eyes light up as if he just found great treasure.
No harm to a child has ever been said.
Maybe they're not talking or maybe they're dead.
The marine has served his country and fought in many battles.
He shows no fear, he never rattles.
His honor is great and he is loyal to his nation,
Yet he doesn't realize he is just like a puppeteers creation.
Bossed around by his ruthless leaders
Who turn him and his crew into pointless death dealers.
He has killed many men in these power hungry wars;
From each of his enemies, unnecessary blood pours.
But he does what he must for his country and people.
His motives are great, but his reasoning is feeble.
The professional baseball player is admired by many.
He would give away his money, every last penny.
Charities loved him and so did his fans.
He would cook the homeless food with pots and pans.
He acquired great fame and uses it well,
But how he achieved it is a different story to tell.
Illegal drugs were used to make him bigger, faster, stronger;
He swung the bat harder, and hit the ball longer.
A player of his caliber, you could not find;
Unless the truth of his muscles were to unwind.
The rapper was young and stupid.
The reason behind his actions were not always lucid.
He was involved with a gang and committed many crimes;
His ways never changed despite being busted several times.
Growing up he did not have the best of conditions;
So he decided to make his own renditions.
Music was his way of trying to stay out of trouble.
Making rhymes would put him in his own little bubble.
He fought through a troubled youth
And is now on stage rapping about the truth.
After many perilous days they spot something in the distance.
A hope that could save their whole existence.
They begin sprinting, and making an uproar,
If they had wings they would probably soar.
As they get closer they see people gather,
Coming from their houses to see this strange clamor.
They continue running as if in a race,
Striving to receive the towns warm embrace.
They reach the crowd starving and tired.
Their hope and determination is something to be admired.
Now the journey is over, the travelers can return home.
They would have never made it out alone.
This may be the last day they ever see each other,
But they will remember everyone like a sister or brother.

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