Uppercut
To the horrid creature who is now lying quiet
For tests thus given you receive no kiss
Me things of spells to raise a riot
And throw your bare of bones into the Abyss
Your resting place is near few happy trees
Under a rumbling sky in the days of June
Your eyes will shrival up like little peas
So shall your skin (it corrodes like a prune)
Your unopen eyes no longer crystal
And through your heart shall pass a metal par
Shall not the winds of mercy lend a pistol
So strumming silver strings on one guitar
And person none over your death have brooded
Your role in this grand life has been concluded.
11.12.95
For tests thus given you receive no kiss
Me things of spells to raise a riot
And throw your bare of bones into the Abyss
Your resting place is near few happy trees
Under a rumbling sky in the days of June
Your eyes will shrival up like little peas
So shall your skin (it corrodes like a prune)
Your unopen eyes no longer crystal
And through your heart shall pass a metal par
Shall not the winds of mercy lend a pistol
So strumming silver strings on one guitar
And person none over your death have brooded
Your role in this grand life has been concluded.
11.12.95
posted by Footprint | 8:22 AM
1 Comments:
BLUE: Yea we had to write a sonnet in poetry class so i wrot eone about the treacher giving us this stupid homework with the stupid meter and look out..UPPERCUT!!
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