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Old enough to live on your own, But too young to care. If people were smart they woulda kicked you out; But their heads are up in the air. Too busy! Sniffin’ the cotton breezes -- circulating everywhere. “Hard times are some of the best times.” Or so I’ve heard somewhere, You can try but - Luck always has a factor in getting you there. You know what they say though: Gotta keep on tryin’, no givin’ up… It smells better than it tastes, Not what I envisioned at all. It tastes like, cherry alcohol. Oh well, maybe it’ll help me fall asleep On time, on time, on time… |
i like it. the rhythm and flow are just right and you don't rhyme too much. pretty good.| Posted on 2008-09-07 00:00:00 | by narcolepsy | [ Reply to This ] | Ah, thanks. | You want my honest opinon, it's the weirdest thing I ever wrote. | Posted on 2008-09-07 00:00:00 | by Mieko | [ Reply to This ] | It's different, at the very least. I quite liked the 'it smells better than it tastes' line. Quite cynical and down to earth. Nice poem. | MSS | Posted on 2008-09-06 00:00:00 | by MornSweetSong | [ Reply to This ] | |