quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2013

No true poet

He´s the chalk board
Blank, nothing, trash dust, He´s blind.(oak-epoch)
He´s the Mcdonalds hamburger image
That looks like crap in real life.(snatch-hypefox)
He´s not to be trusted a prison knife
A grimace grabbing your hand in the rubbish
A silent eye in the shadow behind your bed(Doll-motion)
Or underneath.
Ambitious reptile infatuated with sharp teeth(swallow-cold)
The souless hobo that becomes a spider at night
The oldest fraud that´s hands touched the hammer
Not a true poet just a farce rhyme gamer, not wise!!!
Sing my praises and ostracize me.

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