Title: GANGSTERS Post by: PatriotWarrior on April 12, 2004, 06:12:29 AM Your gangstar:
Froth with clues, Full of shoot, Rule of gloom and Glue with rude; Intrusion, oiling your Guns with our live cream, Stocking and getting stocked. My gangsta: Full of bilk Littered in streets, Glooming in nude, Begotten of strange Bed-fellows, yawning Out of bed, filled With bad dreams And still theorizing; Trapped in a house of cards With strange fellows, The oft’ dying youth. Two-some host of jim-jams Without a balance measure, Twisting in anger, Pre-occupied with instability As some say: ‘go, no stop but go!’ - Swinging and switching places -, Experiencing short-lived pulls; These gangs, now changing places! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- This poem was written by "Sunny", a friend of mine -- (http://www.african-poet.com/images/icon_chaos.gif) |