Life is like...A Poem by Call Me CashI was having a smoke and couldn't stop rhyming, so this could be rubbish or I could be lying...(OMG how Lame)Life is like toxic waste, You really shouldn't get it in your face Avoid contact with your eyes. Injecting your brain with Iodine dye.
Life is like a glass door, Nothing is secret anymore. You'll smack into it full in your face. On your arse you land, the laughing disgrace.
Life is like a pile of bricks, Mixed with some rubbish, grass and sticks. Under the surface something brews, A new breed entirely for you to amuse.
Life is like a prickly pear, Its really delicious inside of there, But the surface is cruel and spiked To go through all that for something you like?
Life is like a telephone, going crazy when you want to be alone Silent and dreary when you are bored The cost is phenominal when you say two words.
Life is like a mental bird, making up poems when supposed to work. Wasting resources on expressing herself. Dreaming of glory, fame and wealth.
Told you it was bollocks!!!
© 2009 Call Me CashAuthor's Note
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