Another Instant Poem
Oct. 13th, 2004 05:07 pmI hereby enter a comment to post,
For this dear lady, the ghost with the most.
An abstract poison, not cinnamon toast,
Do not fret, I present, the Holy Ghost.
I want to lambast and harass,
This monkey at last,
Dropping the soup, it's all in the past.
To defy conventions like shattering glass.
What is had is not built to last.
Mangy werewolf with rabies and foam,
I rant and I race, all on my own.
The Philosopher's stone has never once thrown,
Me a bone. I'm all alone, an over grown,
Stepping stone.
For this dear lady, the ghost with the most.
An abstract poison, not cinnamon toast,
Do not fret, I present, the Holy Ghost.
I want to lambast and harass,
This monkey at last,
Dropping the soup, it's all in the past.
To defy conventions like shattering glass.
What is had is not built to last.
Mangy werewolf with rabies and foam,
I rant and I race, all on my own.
The Philosopher's stone has never once thrown,
Me a bone. I'm all alone, an over grown,
Stepping stone.