The Crying Room (Poem)


There is no crying at the big kid table
If you wanna act like a whiney little bitch
You can go to the crying room

I don’t wanna hear no weeney whiney woo
Over what you coulda shoulda woulda, did not do

You took your chance
You played your part

You made your bed
Now suck it up

All your wheepin and your whinin
And your moanin and your groanin
Ain’t gettin you nowhere wit your same sob story

I ain’t feelin your dome
I ain’t jockin your gloom
You can go get on to the crying room

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