"sebring" poems - Hello Poetry

RiFF RaFF pullin' up with five ace-cards. Maybe five jokers, your ***** playin' strip poker. I'm outside eating fried okra, with Oprah. Diamonds on my piece and chain, looking like Mufasa. Look like Lion King, drive a Sebring. Fifty thousand dollas, bought myself a wedding-ring.

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC

danny-thankyoubasedgod-mcnulty

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RiFF RaFF pullin' up with five ace-cards. Maybe five jokers, your ***** playin' strip poker. I'm outside eating fried okra, with Oprah. Diamonds on my piece and chain, looking like Mufasa. Look like Lion King, drive a Sebring. Fifty thousand dollas, bought myself a wedding-ring.

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All they say, Is that I’m useless, Nothing more, Than another grain of sand in the bucket. Beaten and tortured, By my own mind, Ripping and clawing at the chains that bind me, Tracing every scar. I know I've had it rough, There’s people who've just had it so much worse, Unable to break the bonds, That their own heads created. I know that I’m stronger, Even sometimes I feel I might not break through, I just have to keep reminding myself that, “This is not what it is, Only baby scars." I know what you told me, That life gets better, It always gets better, Because it can never, Put me through more than, I could handle, “This time I'll make you, Proud to see me over, Come on daylight.” Whisk me away form this terrible nightmare. As the struggle continues, The future getting clearer, Each and every day, “I believe it's time for me to be famous, And out of place. I believe it's time for me to move forward, When I break through.” It’s all thanks to you.

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC

albero-centrale

An Adaptation of the song "Second & Sebring" by Of Mice & Men

All they say, Is that I’m useless, Nothing more, Than another grain of sand in the bucket. Beaten and tortured, By my own mind, Ripping and clawing at the chains that bind me, Tracing every scar. I know I've had it rough, There’s people who've just had it so much worse, Unable to break the bonds, That their own heads created. I know that I’m stronger, Even sometimes I feel I might not break through, I just have to keep reminding myself that, “This is not what it is, Only baby scars." I know what you told me, That life gets better, It always gets better, Because it can never, Put me through more than, I could handle, “This time I'll make you, Proud to see me over, Come on daylight.” Whisk me away form this terrible nightmare. As the struggle continues, The future getting clearer, Each and every day, “I believe it's time for me to be famous, And out of place. I believe it's time for me to move forward, When I break through.” It’s all thanks to you.

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All they say, Is that I’m useless, Nothing more, Than another grain of sand in the bucket. Beaten and tortured, By my own mind, Ripping and clawing at the chains that bind me, Tracing every scar. I know I’ve had it rough, There’s people who’ve just had it so much worse, Unable to break the bonds, That their own heads created. I know that I’m stronger, Even sometimes I feel I might break through, I just have to keep reminding myself that, “This is not what it is, Only baby scars. I need your love, Like a boy needs his mother's side.” I know what you told me, That life gets better, It always gets better, Because it can never, Put me through more than, I could handle, “This time I'll make you, Proud to see me over, Come on daylight” As the struggle continues, The future getting clearer, Each and every day, “I believe it's time for me to be famous, And out of place. I believe it's time for me to move forward, When I break through.” And it’s all thanks to you.

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC

raven-black29

An Adaptation of The Song "Second & Sebring" by Of Mice & Men

All they say, Is that I’m useless, Nothing more, Than another grain of sand in the bucket. Beaten and tortured, By my own mind, Ripping and clawing at the chains that bind me, Tracing every scar. I know I’ve had it rough, There’s people who’ve just had it so much worse, Unable to break the bonds, That their own heads created. I know that I’m stronger, Even sometimes I feel I might break through, I just have to keep reminding myself that, “This is not what it is, Only baby scars. I need your love, Like a boy needs his mother's side.” I know what you told me, That life gets better, It always gets better, Because it can never, Put me through more than, I could handle, “This time I'll make you, Proud to see me over, Come on daylight” As the struggle continues, The future getting clearer, Each and every day, “I believe it's time for me to be famous, And out of place. I believe it's time for me to move forward, When I break through.” And it’s all thanks to you.

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