BOOM MOTHERF*CKER, BOOM!A Poem by Chaos ComplexRandom thoughts and such on growing up. Meh.
I dropped from the dream world like a bomb!
Slammed into the ground and got my mushroom cloud on! I was higher than hitting a bong; But hope escaped me after it ditched from ding dong Bell-ringing on the pearly white gates lawn! But it wasn't God who answered- It was the devil in disguise, Eating a piece of pie! Looked me in the eye and then after some laughter- Spat venomous words so deadly I think my ears caught cancer! "Innocence is dead kid, be very afraid. You're gonna have to bust your a*s with some good labor if you wanna get paid. Now, either you start folding to the real world, Or we'll throw you in the jungle worse than the congo!" Then I got slammed into reality harder than banging bongo's- I'm lower than a depressed, anti-social, schizo! Drilled through the earth's plates, To a hotter place, Where the fire is like a rabid dog that eats at your face! Your skin starts to bubble as you melt into puddles, And everyone else glares at you like you're unlovable. Growing up: From the teachers gaze, To the bosses f*****g snicker; Change your habits you drama bringer, You're gonna have to listen to em bicker! And even if you get sicker, No one's gonna save you from the grave shift but a grave digger! If you ain't workin', You ain't eatin', You ain't livin', You ain't breathin'. You'll just be needin', Just be pleadin', So learn to get comfortable kneelin'. Until your old and no one cares: You can't use your imagination here! WORKPLACE: FOUL TASTE. Conform; you are no different. There's a million like you who gave up their dreams to pay the rent! After you turn 18 you can only find escape at a bar! NOW drop your two-cents if you wanna earn alcohol and pay to drive a car! BOOM, M**********r! BOOM! There's a hole in the earth, And I'm in the center of a mushroom. © 2010 Chaos ComplexAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 18, 2010 Last Updated on January 18, 2010 Tags: crazy, unprepared, stress, life, growing up, lazy AuthorChaos ComplexFLAboutI like to express my emotions and feelings in poetry. I write a lot of rap/hip hop stuff. I'm really vulgar. Deal with it. I don't get many reviews, but thank you to those who even bother to re.. more..Writing
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