Burned down, chewed out
Spit me, soil me
Piss on my mouth and call me a fool
Reach out, pass out
Lick me, Love me
Give me a gun
Blow my own head off
But two bullets foretell the plot
I'll taste your lips like lead
...
Break me, fake me
Praise me, destroy me
I'm just your android
Live me, breathe me
Cut me, peel me
I'm just another type of drug
You'll inject me
I'll take it
I guess I'll never grow up
So what's in it for growing old?
...
Wise boy, wise boy
Live 8 more lives you will
But I'll cut you down past zero
So we both remain negative in our own perfect way
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2016 22:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Just some reflective stuff. I'm sure there's a meaning there, but how about you find it? Whatever it is to you
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
You are one bad hombre. I probably would not want to mess with you. Enjoyed reading.
Thank ya
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