Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
And now,
The end.
The time has come.
Some will walk, & Some will run.
Sour rice and waterbugs.
We just ain't finished til we're done.
Walk along the golden? Sure!
Shop to shop,
           &
Store to store.
Searching for some cheap manure
We found some, but we kneed some more.
People walk, &
People talk
Too. One another, one's a lover,
But the other ******* isn't just my only brother, but my bassist, and my drummer.
Ha
Ha
Ha
**.
Written by
Anthony B Clark
598
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems