Pretty Girls Make Graves. Poem by Bam Bam

Pretty Girls Make Graves.



No I cant slow down
Its all too fast
And im not dancing
Im spinning
And im not nodding
Im fitting

So I haven’t worked it out
and I haven’t thought about
all the consequences
that I bringing
for my raging

push me down
ill push you round
and ill smooth you out
the crevices
on your body
your ironed flat
toned,
and im honed

so I haven’t worked it out
and I have thought it out
all the consequences
that im bringing
for my craving

fluctuate
no not so soon
ive got you
your in my sites
ill welcome all the fights
but not tonight
no not tonight

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Pruchnicki 25 December 2008

Bam Bam, get a life and a meter, laddy! Mixed metaphor with a honing and a craving all at once!

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