I'm no escapist,
But it's about time.
Let's get out of here before the going gets rough,
Yeah, like five huge metors
Burning up the place
And poisoning the waters rough, yeah,
We're getting out of here.
But if we know the time and place
(Lord, You said we wouldn't,
But for poetic effect, say we do.)
i couldn't live with You and myself
Knowing I didn't scream Your Gospel
To those:
telling the truth, breaking the law, eating doughnuts and cookies and peanut butter and macaroni cheese,
all the foods you're not allowed anymore, haveing sex, smashing things.
Yep, You've called us to proclaim these things in Your name,
Lord, I'm happy leaving town with nothing to do
Except glorifing You.
A contest entry
- [it's the end of the world.] by -foreverandever.
535 points, ended February 27, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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ohh wow
i like this
i like how it reflects speech, a conversation, and isn't something anybody would expect really.
also really like how you've used some of my contest description in your work - it's clever, and very well done.
thank you for entering
& best of luck
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