A composite of emotions;
with steady hand and criminal conviction,
feel lawlessness run deep through you,
liberating all those repressed tendencies
and sublime capacity for patience.
Let the outwardly presented self
be just thrown to the floor
as you lay off one round,
two,
three…
3 comments:
This is a sweet poem, dude.
I remember when I was a kid, my friends and I wrote a song called "Shooting Gallery" and the chorus was "walking through a shooting gallery, walking through a shooting gallery" over and over again.
seems like a pretty sweet song
I just sang this poem as a song and I bet it sounded better than DJ's
on the other hand, i AM drunk........
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