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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.
Sniffin’ the cotton breezes --
“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,
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.|
|| Posted on 2008-09-06 00:00:00 | by MornSweetSong | [ Reply to This ] |