Quote (eriot @ Sun, 12 Oct 2008, 23:56)
frug it ill give it a try, for sight is close
the titans abounding this post, remorse
fear you not the turn of centuries?
where lions and hawks bandy gently
let yourself go, release it twice twain
but not bullets for wisdom's shame..
whence are you grown tall or commercial?
have you biceps or pecs or not offal?
a coup de grace i stay steadily
i havent yet met your mother regrettably
for once i have i'll beg repent
the sword we raise become pens
and with it i write you a burning cigarette
a momentary sin that u'll wish to reset
rew, the funeral of dearly fear
let us transpose like few two rear
frug it if sight is close then you're near sighted
spitting out words before you were slighted
i don't worry about centuries because i've got time
to whoop you for sticking your nose in my rhyme
but let's make peace to give wisdom bullets
or give back prose to country boys with mullets
if you light a cigaratte don't spread the ashes
unless you fight fire with fire when the titan clashes
better yet let's sound the death knell for fear
or give up our poetry to kicks in the rear
while lions and hawks wait at the roadside
waiting because there's no place for us to hide