Gaz illionaire

Carousel (One Year Older.) - Poem by Gaz illionaire

Sunday morning, tea and toast
Haven’t got the stomach for Sunday roast,
One year older, I don’t wanna
God knows when I’m twenty three,
Ranting on how it was when I was young,
Feeling like an old man, pass me the gun,
Pass the salt; pass my youth if you can,
I wanna be a kid again I don’t wanna be a man,
I did have fun so I guess it was pretty swell,
I just can’t seem to get off the carousel.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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