Sirens scream in the distance.
A fire truck rushes to assistance.
The men on the truck prepare,
Gloves, helmets, and heavy coats they wear.
They arrive on the scene, and dash.
They yell through masks covered in ash.
Commands are given to each hat,
They climb the ladder, and retrieve the cat.
Hurrah! The cat is free from the tree!
Meanwhile, a house on the other side of town,
Is burning.
Primitive Poetry 
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one, you won’t forget…
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This is so deep! Dope! Thank you for writing this down😘
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Really? I think this one is weak hahaba
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Personal opinion, I think it reflects the society, especially the younger generation well, people often lost their balance on those priorities. Nothing could be done to fulfill all the needs at the same time
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The ending is priceless! I found myself chuckling.
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I laughed my butt off loved it
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