I’m more or less a walking hazard sign
Every step I take gets me that much closer
Closer to the end of everything good
The happiness will fizzle out
The joy and excitement will cease
The life I once had will become ashes
Ashes of my past, ashes of the forgotten
Every where I go I’ll get stares
People won’t understand
There’s a floating neon sign above my head
WALKING HAZARD!!!
Twist it all around
Here comes the boom you’ve been waiting for
I’ll trash this place from the inside out
Implosion, let’s roll
Run as fast as you can
Throw grenades on your way
Shoot the people who interfere
Criminal from hell released on your territory
Invasion like the holocaust
Drop your soul into the wastebasket
Leave it all behind
Stop, turn around, bask in your glory
Yea baby.
I’M the walking hazard sign.
Take it in.
A contest entry
- Pimp up my prewrites by leander.
650 points, ended February 21, 2008, 108 entries
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Comments
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Well this is quite an interesting poem that you have written here, and definately different from what I'm used to reading on the sites of AllPoetry.
There's some great imagery captured along those lines.
Thank you for entering this poem into the contest, I wish you the best of luck!
Leander -
I'm a walking cliche! LOOK WE'RE MARRIED!
sam, i love you...
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hella yes
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