Blade BrotherA Poem by MilesGet out of my kitchen This is the blade brother Skitchin' your ride Like I'm ridin' the tide Take-out steak for the overeaters Bless me, I'm not stayin' for dinner Get hooked on somethin' you never wanted It's yours, it's mine But it's gone half the time There's a two-ton funeral scheduled for Tuesday I'm gonna bring a brick and tons of sticks Break his face and burn 'em up Make sure they know what's up Not tryin' to lie But I cast my anchor off-shore Landed on a dime and declared war The Indians and nunchuks came blazin' too quickly So I found a mime and named him Weasly Didn't want 'em to get sleezy With me Stay a little while You might get to know me If you get close, don't take too much 'Cause you don't wanna owe me Or row me Through a black river under darkened lagoons Like a gruesome river Styx But with faint swansong swoons Grotesque soirees in the haunted steeple Rockin' shadow music And dancin' like zombies Blazin' down the speedline in a Boeing Too soon, the maids are still mowing! I wouldn't speak Spanish Or they'd all get banished Don't tell me I'm closeminded Compared to me, You're pathologically blinded I'm a space dome with no roof Test me, I got proof
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
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