Milked cow

karma defectkarma defect Posts: 5,483
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Dear mam & dad

I'm doing fine,
if you were wondering at all.
Here midst the flying bullets,
alone, but free from you,
I am feeding of my Gall.

I had to run through dessert
and through civil war.
One has to belong to a tribe
to be protected.
Guess that if I die it won't
matter any more.

Sleeping on the street.
Until they clear all this red-tape
Meanwhile there are hugs and kisses,
but I suppose some call it rape.

I thank you mam and daddy,
for this trip to the country
from witch I originate.
Somehow I was surprised though;
You know the way you left me in
hell's ticket-tape parade.

Well I have to go now,
I'm about to cross the border.
Bit by bit I'm moving further.
I'll see you later mam and dad,
in your dreams to commit your murder.




-Darren-
« One man's glory is another man's hell.
You’re on the outside, never bound by such a spell.
Together in the darkness, alone in the light.
I took it upon me to be yours, Timmy,
I’ll lead your angels and demons at play tonight......»
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  • karma defectkarma defect Posts: 5,483
    Damn I just figured I didn't get something out with sell control.

    Hahahahaha. Running through dessert should be a sight.

    I want to freakin' edit this shit man. Have mercy this is not my own language.
    « One man's glory is another man's hell.
    You’re on the outside, never bound by such a spell.
    Together in the darkness, alone in the light.
    I took it upon me to be yours, Timmy,
    I’ll lead your angels and demons at play tonight......»
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