Izik Alcox

Rookie (26/09/82 / The Hospital)

Racing The Clock - Poem by Izik Alcox

In life it seems theirs too many themes
Streams of knowledge all sorts of college
Stress and loves together like doves
Children of the Korn step up and blow your horn
Shout out load and make them proud
Kill all who oppose you but don't oppose them too
Respect is the key someday you'll see
Hypocrisy is shit but we all do it
No matter how hard I try I just can't seem to fly
Towards the sun in search of fun
Run in the field don't forget to yield
Peel all the fruit bare It seems we don't care
About anything but sex and our stupid checks
Time is a waste that most rats have raced
That's why I'm happy to be totally stress free

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008



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