frosted fire


Foul Style - Poem by frosted fire

there are people
laughin till theyre dead
there are sweet bones
drinking till they sweat
you are one of them
standing in the isle

blank is your power
foul is your style
the sky turns dark
and you cant deny

your head explodes
cuz its done for you
you couldnt do better
im proud of you

just take at look you
watching mtv
whats so exciting bout that
i really wonder why

your eyes are fake
your shoes are hot
your jeans are wet
and your ten feet small

is it me or is it you?
i really dont know
what i should do
i want to build a house
build one house for my sweet mouse


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 17, 2008


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