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For me, these things don't seem to be matter of questionable choice If you understand my face, then there's no need to hear my voice Like a beautiful bird's everlasting melody it sings Never wasted, for all the joy that it's song brings Until the grim reaper's phone call eventually rings And I make an obvious decision on boneless wings Ride me like a horse, and return me to my stable Use me then divorce, just like you're stealing cable Oh no, I broke my leg, hole in my head like a bagel Is it chicken or the egg, either way life is a fable choices that we made, until we're no longer able No brainers weighed, don't ask me booth or a table? So don't come to me with questions wasting time If the winds blowing might as well hang a chime Karma will always cleanse even the perfect crime Deserted island, poetically just reached my prime So much to say, but just became a professional mime Always had two nickels but really wanted a dime Life's pointless questions, like should a poem rhyme? To me if you don't, you"re a mexican beer, w/out a lime
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
Why?...Not!!
For me, these things don't seem to be matter of questionable choice If you understand my face, then there's no need to hear my voice Like a beautiful bird's everlasting melody it sings Never wasted, for all the joy that it's song brings Until the grim reaper's phone call eventually rings And I make an obvious decision on boneless wings Ride me like a horse, and return me to my stable Use me then divorce, just like you're stealing cable Oh no, I broke my leg, hole in my head like a bagel Is it chicken or the egg, either way life is a fable choices that we made, until we're no longer able No brainers weighed, don't ask me booth or a table? So don't come to me with questions wasting time If the winds blowing might as well hang a chime Karma will always cleanse even the perfect crime Deserted island, poetically just reached my prime So much to say, but just became a professional mime Always had two nickels but really wanted a dime Life's pointless questions, like should a poem rhyme? To me if you don't, you"re a mexican beer, w/out a lime
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
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