I have a friend
A walking dissaster
A real kind of
Live-life-to-the-fullest guy
He's been around
Here to Huston
He's been in bands
From Norway to B.C.
I've know scince I was eleven
He's my rocker buddy
I call him Monty Mosh
We mosh as much as posible
But when we do
I look really stupid
Becasue he's not there
He's my imagenary friend
So when you see me trip and fall
It's not becazsue I'm clumsy
It's Monty
He damn well friggin' pushed me
Author notes
Balistic Massacre
A contest entry
- The Profound Rounds Part VII (Invite only) by Kevan.
345 points, ended May 1, 2007, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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LOL WOW KAITLIN! Haha, I didn't know who you were talking about and then you said "imaginary friend" haha, excellent!! lol, I seriously liked this and hope to see you in the next round! Good luck!
~Kevan~ -
A humorous take on life in the mosh pit. Of course you didn't fall. I'll leave those bruising encounters to you younger poets. Good luck in this contest.
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