sam, corrupt S, finley

Rookie (1991 / united states)

Deaths - Poem by sam, corrupt S, finley

My heart runs cold on a bloody night
I jump in front of a car and I see light
How about I hang myself with wired string
Or maybe I could die without being seen
What if I run into sharp stakes?
As I fail to hit the car brakes
Then again I think I should drown
In my blood while playing a clown
Jump on a land mine and blow my legs off
And the town kills me for acting like a goth
Get my throat slit by a fishing rod hook
By my father who didn’t think to look
I could get struck by lighting in a hurry
And my eyes pop out but don’t you worry
But to die the usual boring way, of old age
I’d rather get impaled by a bar from a cage
I got an apple on my head who wants to take a shot?
Here’s a shotgun make sure you don’t miss the spot
Ladies and gentlemen watch and be amazed
As I swallow barb wire because I’m crazed
I’ll also have some dripping candle wax
And after that you can get me with an ax
I’m gonna take a drink of poison and survive
Oop I’m dead, sorry folks I’m no longer alive

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 27, 2006



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