Open Poetry #6 |
Freestyling |
beowulf_26 Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 183 |
The hum drum rum Of your off beat drum Drives me mad with desire. Your brown-green eyes Flicker pale-soft Of love lots swimming inside Like the rosy dawn fingers. The Diet Coke rope around My neck, Beck, gotta have sex. Don’t come around if ya ain’t got none. Some say I’m Crazy. You’ll heed my rhyme As I say to you Don’t pay the time. If you don’t like the beat Insert your cliché. < !signature--> Opinions are like bellybuttons: eveybody's got 'em and they're good for nothing. [This message has been edited by beowulf_26 (edited 02-22-2000).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I liked this a lot! Definitely enjoyed your twists and turns of phrases. (there: cliche inserted) Mike |
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