A Surreal Poem
I have nothing to say.Can I walk away and call it a day?
Everything is gray.
I risk being the so-called rocker clich�.
I write about shit.
The typical love/loss/psycho torment,
Suicide to commit.
I get bored and I feel like a dimwit.
A poster child
Of all of the DNA of the world compiled.
A girl defiled
By an industry that leaves the youth beguiled.
It will all be gone.
You just might be today�s Icon.
Tomorrow at the Exxon,
Or down the street mowing someone�s lawn.
Or on a reality show like The Surreal Life.
Have you read these yet?
The Final Bow - 2004-08-21
Hell's Bride - 2004-08-20
One more day to go. - 2004-08-19
Stalker!!!! *psycho shower scene theme song* - 2004-08-13
Assessment of Doom - 2004-08-11