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Mar 14, 2009
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wrecking the temple
i've destroyed what the gods have given me,
through misdeeds and accidents.
the one thing i must have missed out on,
is a little common sense.
i wasted all my youthfulness.
i shook the dew drops from the bloom.
my strength is gone and wilted,
i feel ready for the tomb.
too many times, too often
i took the pleasures from the day.
without the thought or idea,
i might sometime...... have to pay.
the motorcycle that i rode,
sans helmet on my head.
has dumped me on the street
and left me almost dead.
all the smoke that filled my lungs,
the weed that was so sweet,
has made my coughing leave my face,
redder than a beet.
i'm now on two inhalers,
and all too numerous pills.
but, i continue getting out of bed
in spite of all my ills.
i want to live just one more day
i think, each and every dawn.
but soon, there will come the time,
when i have nothing left to pawn.
it hasn't been all bad, i guess.
been touched by so many lives,
but when dr. death comes looking,
i've moved, no forwarding address.
no, i'm not about to go,
at least it's not just yet !!!!
i've still got tricks up my sleeve,
i'm a foe he's not yet met.
through misdeeds and accidents.
the one thing i must have missed out on,
is a little common sense.
i wasted all my youthfulness.
i shook the dew drops from the bloom.
my strength is gone and wilted,
i feel ready for the tomb.
too many times, too often
i took the pleasures from the day.
without the thought or idea,
i might sometime...... have to pay.
the motorcycle that i rode,
sans helmet on my head.
has dumped me on the street
and left me almost dead.
all the smoke that filled my lungs,
the weed that was so sweet,
has made my coughing leave my face,
redder than a beet.
i'm now on two inhalers,
and all too numerous pills.
but, i continue getting out of bed
in spite of all my ills.
i want to live just one more day
i think, each and every dawn.
but soon, there will come the time,
when i have nothing left to pawn.
it hasn't been all bad, i guess.
been touched by so many lives,
but when dr. death comes looking,
i've moved, no forwarding address.
no, i'm not about to go,
at least it's not just yet !!!!
i've still got tricks up my sleeve,
i'm a foe he's not yet met.
— Geezer, Mar 14, 2009
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Critiques
Nordic cloud
17 years 2 months ago
Glad 'you're' not me
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
i guess- puncuation
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
keep living
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
thinking inversion
Nordic cloud
17 years 2 months ago
Oh now it rocks!
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
rocking