Holy Crap...A Poem by Dread Solomon An acrostic poem...
Hated it when somebody spat on me
Out of six million people it had to be you Lend thy spittle to somebody else who cares, won't you? Yet, you chose me... Cross those fingers, that I'll tower over you someday Read my lips And wait for the worst Prithee, it won't be spit...
© 2010 Dread Solomon |
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Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 4, 2010 Author
Dread SolomonKuching, Sarawak, MalaysiaAbout'I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... stranger.' I'm a whole bunch of things... a poet, a story teller, a lazy novelist, a pianist, a beginner saxophonist, a geek with good loo.. more.. |
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