It was fully loaded and placed in the center of the table as they looked at each other with the latest low life had become meaningless with drugs being the only purpose at all she'd given up on herself kids left on their own he lived in the moment jacking whoever came along who cares anymore if we live or if we die the gun, a game of fun to either end it or start anew in Hell she laughed and flung her hair to one side with glossed eyes he laughed back reached for the piece and said "Hey, Baby, wanna' go for a spin?"
THE BANNIBAL ONE2011-10-04T07:42:22Z
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I am pretty used to this crap if it's possible to be jaded that much. Only one friend of mine used a gun,over a girl of all things.How sick. But everything is used for good,some of my contacts here IM with me. They tear me up talking about this damn curse.So,I spend hours, then all is good again.I'll never lose any more as long as I can breathe. Great poem,reminding me and others that life is terrible many times. Sometimes a simple hello can save a life,even though it's a merry-go-round. Bye,,,Thanks
It was fully loaded and placed in the center of the table as they looked at each other with the latest low life had become meaningless with drugs being the only purpose at all she'd given up on herself kids left on their own he lived in the moment jacking whoever came along who cares anymore if we live or if we die it was meant to be fun but everything goes to hell she laughed and flung her hair to one side with glazed eyes he laughed back reached for a banana and said "Hey, Baby, Who gave us the fruit basket?"
Shirley this was intense, and in it I added as I read, a thought of spin the bottle usin the gun, but wanna go to a light side and will allude to it here, but now inspired, I may let it rest here, for you to taste
Around a kitchen table hungry children impatient, waited seated squirmin, they chattered as the brown log was brought from the cook stove and set. We clamored, heard "Shush and sit" we did, waitin as it was sawed through lookin like somethin Gramps might use to prop a tractor to change a tire, still it enticed desire. Once revealed it shone like the sun warm and in turn we all got a slice of Lemon cake in a loaf
Shirley. I am impressed beyond all SCOPE. Who would've guessed you'd come back with a BANG like this...This is right on TARGET. Got me all FIRED up...
OK OK i will stop. I know this is not an amusing poem but there is something in my exposure to the situation depicted therein that has it feeling like a homecoming party. I swear. I LOVE THIS POEM!!!
Glad you are happy. I deal with kids at work and boy am I glad to come home to a quiet house. One of the smartest things I ever did was not reproduce. You can't always get what you want... but sometimes, you still might find....