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Static
There's static in my brain
but it keeps me warm and semi-sane
why is my mind polluted?
because I wash it in acid rain
it doesnt make sense to change
not when everything else seems to stay the same
when I die I hope they make me a ghost so I can dance on my own grave
but it keeps me warm and semi-sane
why is my mind polluted?
because I wash it in acid rain
it doesnt make sense to change
not when everything else seems to stay the same
when I die I hope they make me a ghost so I can dance on my own grave
Published 30th Jan 2013
| Edited 4th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
30th Jan 2013 7:15am
Whoa!
Cool poem, man...especially that last line:
*when I die I hope they make me a ghost so I can dance on my own grave
Small observation, if I may:
*it doesnt make sense to change
(Apostrophe needed in this line, maybe....?)
Hey, and a rolling welcome to this cool site, L.
Hope you gonna have a ton a fun!
Please pen more, poet :-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
Cool poem, man...especially that last line:
*when I die I hope they make me a ghost so I can dance on my own grave
Small observation, if I may:
*it doesnt make sense to change
(Apostrophe needed in this line, maybe....?)
Hey, and a rolling welcome to this cool site, L.
Hope you gonna have a ton a fun!
Please pen more, poet :-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
