I was strolling throught the store today
I wobble on in my own little way
When suddenly, I hear the sound
My heart beats faster, it won't slow down
Tickity-tock, tickity-tick-tock
But this shit sure as hell ain't no clock
clickity-clang, clickity-click-clang
I'm being driven insane by this thing
It's in my pocket, but I don't look while walking
I know it's a bomb and soon to stop it's popping
I don't remember putting it there
And frankly, I don't fucking care
But I know it was me, I'm the culprit
Because for forever now, I've wanted to end it
I rush outside without drawing attention to me
'Cause you know how all these fucking humans can be
Someone's close, but I hate the damn fag
So I pull it out, but it ain't no mag
Turns out, it's just a spray-paint can
And I'm like," Oh, well mother-damn!!"
And I write "TCM" on the Wal*Mart wall
And I let the fag-ass take the fall
Hah, today was sweet
~Raven
11.3.06
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... Up there... That poem... It's official proof that I've been listening to way to much ICP... Not that I can get enough... ^_^;;
Yes, again I have been busy... I am making a web comic, but I'll give you all the link when I actually start posting it... 'Cause some of the info on the site I'm posting it on is wrong.... XO
"Are you from heaven? 'Cause I've got an erection."~ Robot Chicken \../ |
