Jacob Biehl

Rookie - 10 Points (2/1/96' / cincinnati)

Friends - Poem by Jacob Biehl

Turn up the the metal,
tear a few rifts,
play a few games,
beat each other up,
and call one another names.
It'll never change,
whether bearing through hell,
or lounging around.
We will never grow up,
'cause We're flippin' insane!

We are madness splashed with genious,
we learn together, work together, bleed together.
We do what we know is stupid,
but we'll bail each other out.

When life kicks me down,
they're gonna smack it around.
They will be the death of me,
but they'll be there for that too!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A writing prompt from class I did on friends, enjoy =3

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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