Excuse my empty head
I awoke in eighty-one and found myself dead
I'm gonna talk
I'm gonna play
feel free to ignore everything i say
walking down the street
floating in the sky
bleeding from the mouth
bleeding from the eye
I love to fight
I wish you were dead
I hate to fight
Just like i said
Quiet while I announce
a polar bear cub an a six story house
silence is golden
I am not
I'm so cool
I'm burning hot
I lift weight
while i wait
for my ego to disintegrate
I don't really know how to describe how I feel about this poem, which is a great thing. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic baby! ! Sydney's right. Well done! !