Filthy Little LandA Poem by Kevin
"All the monkeys have monkeys"
As we ride in death-hearses Shaped like Christ-ler limousines. Us sac-realstic motherfuckers Have our spots in your magazines. And... It's a filthy little land Ah, yes, scream it again! "It's a filth, nasty land!" Ah, yes, sing it again... Through the gloom and the death and the pleads For us to stop again. Through the nasty little things They like to call "children" It's a sick man's paradise. With the sickliest parasites. It's the anti-paradise. With the loveliest parasites. And the joking And the choking On your sad, sad life It's a filthy little land Ah, yes, scream it again! "It's a filth, nasty land!" Ah, yes, sing it again... © 2014 Kevin |
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Added on February 10, 2014Last Updated on February 10, 2014 AuthorKevinColumbia, SCAboutHi I'm (name censored) but my Pen-name is Kevin. I mostly write comedies and screenplays (with my friends). I'm inspired by movies and music (Green Day, MCR!!!!, and others.) more..Writing
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