Holy Crap...

A Poem by Dread Solomon

An acrostic poem...

Hated it when somebody spat on me

Out of six million people it had to be you

Lend thy spittle to somebody else who cares, won't you?

Yet, you chose me...

Cross those fingers, that I'll tower over you someday

Read my lips

And wait for the worst

Prithee, it won't be spit...

© 2010 Dread Solomon

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Added on April 2, 2010
Last Updated on April 4, 2010
Tags: acrostic, poetry

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Dread Solomon

Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia

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'I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... stranger.' I'm a whole bunch of things... a poet, a story teller, a lazy novelist, a pianist, a beginner saxophonist, a geek with good loo.. more..