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