PLACEBO 08/20/2011
PLACEBO whoever wants to listen to my rhymes, hear knowledge its like visiting me, in a time share cottage my poetry's a woman, she's a dime, near-goddess the best furniture, giving a shine, clear, polished it's something like wine fermented a utopian world, where there's angels, and crimes prevented a coca cola shape, a behind tremendous great body, great mind, a divine percentage overwhelming stimuli, you might need a break your alert, instead of sleeping, you might dream awake eating all the Ambrosia, Elohim awaits the food will say hello, but the hello means, a taste of the goodness, ya tastebuds crave my poetry seduces, every person, into make love slaves seeing pink, take a drink, cuz I'll watch you sink into infinite chasms of orgasmic ink a hater speaks, who cares what the bastard thinks if poetry's a chain, then I mastered links DEOZI Add Comment | Poetry and Art are submitted by the poets, and not DEOZI!
POETRYYou can submit a piece and a picture of yourself if you desire (deozi@deozi.com), and if your poetry is selected, DEOZI will post it! DISCLAIMER: DEOZI has the right to reject or remove any submitted work at anytime ArchivesCategoriesAll |
RSS Feed