You're round?A Poem by nothing grinnerA chain of fresh air? I smoke the breeze! Converse prosaic platitudes, them typical attitudes a stat of verbal fashion! satire and bastardised cultural vomit, that affirms their social settings- Half talk politics and the fodder of our own Apathetic, Self appointed rules and regulations, Still, the same old blithering idiots, reaffirming the predjudices that pretence- and baffling philosophies we pretend to understand- in to a stupor of visually inept romance. now so willing to pleas, those girls we clearly know are just a c**k tees. Now debate becomes argument and every ones right, so leave with a bust lip at the end of the night. © 2008 nothing grinner |
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Added on March 25, 2008Authornothing grinnerHull, England, EnglandAbouti'm a student illustrator in my second year at university. i studied at the hull school of art and design. i like to write poems, lyrics and short stories as well as my painting and drawing. i love mu.. more..Writing
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