What's this world coming to
When the only thing I can trust
Is this book full of
Blank pages?
My best friend's never around
When she is she doesn't care
She's always off chasing guys
And playing with her hair
Guys just want to use me
Sorry, boys, I'll pass
Guess what, nothing's free;
Gas, Grass, or Ass
So listen up, I'm getting out
Of this shitty town
Getting up and on my own
But I ain't going down
What's this world coming to
When the only thing I can trust
Is this book full of
Blank pages?
Author notes
The whole "Gas, Grass or Ass" part wasn't my idea, but I thought it would fit nicely.
Uh, honestly, I don't really like this too much, just a bit of a rant brought on by something I wrote in my journal. "What's this world coming to when the only thing I can trust is this book full of blanke pages"
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crys, i dont know why you don't like it, its probably one of your best, i love it and the repetition of that one line speaks volumes!
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you know it is the ppl around, not the world, there are still some good ppl in this world, i am not the purest of them but i am good, so are youre friends on here, the ones that come to you when you need them, this si a strong rant, and it says alot, keep it flowing
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you can't even trust a book full of blank pages, after all, there is always teh chance of a papercut. I have felt like this before. The only thing I could find that I could trust is my own imagination. Well, you can trust your kitty, I am here for you wnenever you want. (eats kitty treat, sees giant toothed mouse again, jumps into your arms) (eek!)
This may have been a rant, but it expressed true emotion with is a key part to a real good poem.
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Awsome
This is a very nice and well flowing poem. I loved it. Keep it up.
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