I'm here all alone, no one near. My fridge; stocked with chicken and beer. I've got nothing to worry about, here in my trailer. To me, there is no such word as failure.
I've re-enforced my home, Built up walls of concrete, bricks and stone. And beneath my abode, my dog and I stay, Got nothing to fear, with my fully-stocked cache.
Rockets, guns, knives, Explosives, razor-wire, and the like. Let them come, I'm set for months, 'Just try to get me, you motherfucking c***s.'
I read that there was a dog and I thought back to your previous ones with animals and felt bad for it!! I feel like its going to die! Anyways I liked this poem. I liked the attitude you gave this guy. He has a real personality. Nice job!
Oh hey, you're back up again :D
Anyways, another chapter-yeah XD
Another well done poem.
I'll be looking forward for more.
-flinches as random bee flies by-
-runs away with laptop as it buzzes closer-
I'm twenty-two years old and a musician at heart, but I took up writing five years ago. I'm hoping to get published somewhere, so I'm trying out this site.
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