KIDz

Roses are black.
Violets are too.
Subdued to the same scenery.
Always seeing the same view..
 
Life is depressing.
This poem is too.
The skies sure as hell aint bright
And these blue seas aren't blue
 
Who told you, you had insight
Or that birds ever flew
 
This is the sh*t that your parents tell you
,kid
 
So maybe roses are red  
And violets are blue ...
 
  Violence is prime.
And crime is mimicked by minor mimes only wanting to empty a clip or 2.
 
Who said the sky holds stars
Who told you there weren't a such thing as narcotics, strip clubs, drinking bars
 
Who gives two ransom, rapid, rabies infested rat's a**es  if roses are red
The roses I've seen were all burnt down and dead.
 
Parents told you that violets were blue
Told you skies the limit
Infinite.
Biting their tongues..
Not telling you the truth of that in which the real limit is the moon..
 
So who gives a f*ck about roses, violets, or daises?
 
This ignorant, gullible world would probably believe it..
 
Doesn't really faze me
 
So.. when I say  
Violets and roses are black,
Please do not look at me crazy.
 
It's not wrong to judge kid
It's not wrong to hold a grudge kid
 
There isn't always a silver lining to every grey cloud.
Hang your head down in shame and disappointment
Because, kid, you have the right to not be proud
To be upset, regret, forget..
 
Kids, express your gestures loud!
 
Wake up and open your pure eyes  
..kid
The world is filled with lies kids. [/font]