Kings Of Trash Poem by david gerardino

Kings Of Trash

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ROAMING free, in a spell bound
dream, there are snakes here,
dangerous snakes, and the isolation,
of a drunken king, one man grapples,
another crys, another throws himself,
into the wicked night.
ROAMING free, into the devels arms,
theres are drugs to make you like him,
and drugs to stop your heart,
there are snakes here, dangerous snakes,
and the isolation of a drunked king.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 12 January 2012

Really love this, a great poem.

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