Monday, April 26, 2010

This is not a poem

You think your opinion counts
Think you make the world go round
It's all abut sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
What on Earth can you do? Fuck-all

You dream of a better tomorrow
Where there is no hunger or sorrow
You kid yourself, thinking yours is the only way
And feed your crap to the kids everyday

You speak of a world where everyone is the same
Little do they realise you're just playing a sick game
Nothing's gonna change; the end is nigh
So fuck this shit and let's get high?

No, it's not that simple, as you very well know
Sooner or later, she is going to blow
What then, are they to do?
Get up and shout "fuck you too"?


The Puppeteer said...

Finally! A post!

Delilah said...


Janith said...


liyapanko monaahari! :(