Dark Poetry #4 |
I found a bag of beer |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
It was sitting there... In the parking lot, late, cold I kicked it to see it jiggle And it rolled The police have nothing to say this bag was not empty the reality of the contents as nothing Partially gone and not at all It sits still, Patiently, To calm, Me I find chords that I've never spoken with I hear a new static static that wants to invade my soul a very stupid static the kind spilled blood calms help the arrogant relax I'll have this beer And I'll relax as well The energy of blood Is very intense 991 spills keep an idiot quiet Ha Ha Ha And Jesus still loves you I am Happy me... |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
What luck to find such a bounty. Great poem. |
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Mystress May Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 296Taunton, MA |
I love the end! It made me giggle..... Our scars are the foundation for what we have become |
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