Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic

Rookie (31/5/1983 / Melbourne)

Built To Board - Poem by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic

I gotta board beneathe me feet,
I love the feeling of flowing concrete,
Adrenalin pumps and keeps me in beat,
Like a slipstream I cruise through the streets,

So don't try and stop me coz I'l ollie,
And next thing ya knew I left ya in a follie,
And now ya looking like a porcelin dolly,
Then I'm gonna nollie into a nose-slide half-cab out,
And now yours mouths agape like a stunned trout,
As I feeble down a kinked rain spout,
I grind steel with out a doubt, I'll get more air than you coz my sking is true,

Old school style and your about to face plant,
Like rubbing ya face on a file,
You god damn imbosile your bout to go on trial,
For the worst dosile bike style,

Whilst my lines are aslong as the Nile,
My mute- grabs hangtime is quite a while,
I'll indy nosebone even when I'm stoned,
I'll casper flip when me mrs is on the phone,
So don't try and stop me when I'm in me zone,

Or I'll bite back in a vicous tone,
Coz I aint owned, so stop sucking on that fucking cone,
What are you? some kind of clone,
Or some tripped out artificial intelligent drone,
Either was ya gotta hone ya skills, and take the spills,
A 360 for me is a routine drill.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 20, 2010


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