Monday, February 15, 2010

Pulp Diction

In our teens, skinny jeans,
Rock n’ rap, psychedelic crap.

Feigned grin, fitting in,
Friends to spare, friendship rare.

They taught, we forgot,
Final warning, every morning.

God damn, final exam,
Countless lies, to memorize.

Efforts in vain, try again,
Out of luck, what the fuck.

Silly fights, late nights,
Love in parts, broken hearts.

Rum in coke, cigarette smoke,
Drink n’ drive, still alive.

Computer screen, and caffeine,
Sleep deprived, we survived.

Sick of life, just grab a knife,
When in pain, Mary Jane.

Behind the veil, soul for sale,
Success story, memento mori.

No comments:

Post a Comment