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What's up everyone?
Listen up and always take notes.
What else can I do than write a poem . . .
My name is Ozzy and I’m a second year,
I like to sing in the shower
and kamikaze pigeons I fear.
I live in the Bronx and traveling is my passion.
One day I’ll leave
This cramped subway car
We call Manhattan.
I won’t repeat what I am about
Just read last year’s bio
and you’ll figure it out.
What more can I say, I put the Whitney in an upheaval
I love to laugh and joke
but sometimes they’re evil.
Friends are the best for singing in the street,
pushing in the garbage,
and going out to eat.
I can’t recall the last time I watched TV alone,
But nick-knack patty-whack
Give a dog a bone.
I’ve lost touch with hearing my music as shown,
But when I do catch a beat,
It’s usually my ring tone.
I love food and it is crazy that I’m not “phat.”
Here we have rats so large
that they scare away the cats.
I can’t express enough that the Whitney is my home,
A place to study, to learn, and occasionally to roam.
The Whitney is the best, it is truly a delight,
But it is time to end this poem.
Peace out bruva/sista and have a good night.
WOOT. Thank You. I’m here Tuesdays (stroke the chin).