Got A Rocket in My PocketA Poem by Baby RicochetIt's not about sexGot a rocket in my pocket I'm grinding up my gears Got a sacred mission baby to burn the atmosphere I'm making deals with Demigods I'm selling out this town Hear my afterburner thunder When I whip my stick around Got a rocket in my pocket I'm spinning on the wheel Thruster engines burning baby My ship of carbon steel Got a sellout pact with Satan To burn the christian saints Carpet bomb the harps of heaven Fire missiles at the gates Got a rocket in my pocket I'm strapped into the seat Stratospheres of fire baby From napalm burning heat I'm paying charms to theft Imams To preach of blasphemy I trade in lies for promises My favorite currency Got a rocket in my pocket I'll sign up with the beast Turn the fields to fire baby to slaughter in the east I love the stench of skeletons when meat burns off the bone Smelters full of burning peasants Duped into being drones Got a rocket in my pocket I'll burn this b***h on down Got you where I want you baby My scorched earth underground I'll make a scaffold with your bones I'll hang you out to dry Armed to teeth all barrels blazing Your world I'll crucify Got a rocket in my pocket I'll ride my lightning flash Hear the screaming Valkyries baby The world will end in ash © 2013 Baby RicochetReviews
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Added on November 4, 2013Last Updated on November 5, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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