Query any poem you want.

untitled for now

By Nina Lafrance

Say the damn things that enter your head,

A mister man hiding under the bed...

Drop dead Fred is red they said,

I buried his body 'neath my shed!

Bong hoot brain, I go insane...

my pain gets danced away in rain...

I shake, I shuffle, I turn a switch...

You swing and miss, and then you pitch.

We smoke, we toke, we blame eachother

I dream, I scream, I play another.

The music Queen is on the scene;

She smiles and laughs when her songs are mean...I've seen & I've been...but I won't and I shouldn't...

He falls into the land of couldn't.

We drift further, you must want it so...

I blow and glow, you want me for show;

Rainbows and sparkles, i NEVER end;

but it's sure been nice to be your friend..You send me to space

to erase a face

in the Sun...so maybe they forget what we've done, but it was fun, while it lasted,

i was blasted, should have seen, that this was cumming, and now we're running...

Like Adam & Eve and 1st known sin...

GOD has the game rigged before we begin