david gerardino


Kings Of Trash - Poem by david gerardino

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.


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  • Silver Star - 3,887 Points Dave Walker (1/12/2012 2:08:00 PM)

    Really love this, a great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 13, 2012


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