ROTTED CORPS
There were rotted bones
Skulls not toads, dead people
With pointed teeth gone for ever
With their chicken liver, bone of death
With some pointed claws not paws, weirded
Eyes with disaster of faith posters of death not
Living rotting corps smoked corps like smoking some
Ports.
Friday, February 26, 2010
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9 comments:
I hope you live a long time.
i think it needs to be a little longer
i hope you bones don't rot like the bones in your poem
Dam look at you I realy like it you should of add a little more on it
Alfredo
that a good poem i really like
how detailed it is
Thats good i like it homie i guess if it's like that then might as well smoke a port ke no
thats a sick poem man right some more
stay black!
thats nasty
That just sounds crazy. but hey I liked it. good job.
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