Blade Brother

Blade Brother

A Poem by Miles

Get 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

© 2011 Miles


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Author

Miles
Miles

Darmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, Germany



About
I'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..

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