"djake" poems
There is a game,
and because of its name,
it may seem lame,
they are all the same,
this is school.
You are taught many things,
we are the kings,
of this castle,
without a hassle,
but with a tassel,
hanging off your graduation hat.
There is things to be wary about,
without a doubt,
like people who don't care,
people who glare,
people who swear,
this poem is so rare,
it is in my lair,
locked away with a safe.
this poem is not a copy,
that would be sloppy,
but this poem will steal all your hearts,
this is not in parts,
but I love EVERYONE equally.
What is the value of a life?
people who use a knife,
to hurt themselves,
or other people,
it just simply is not fair!
People shouldn't die,
this isn't a lie,
why,
just why,
are people hurting themselves?
If the world had no death,
the world would be boring,
and the leafs would be scoring.
poem by: DJ Jake AKA DJake
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC