It’s been another long week
As we sip booze and smoke fags
Muscles sore while joints creak
This whole guardian angel deal drags
One kid nearly overdosed
The other is clumsy as fuck
Each time it’s always too close
I tell you, these kids have rotten luck
There’s only one thing I can truly tell
About keeping the bodies out the grave
That if we keep up this nonstop holy hell
Our own lives will be the ones needing to be saved
Author notes
enjoy.
A contest entry
- bad kids by Deathless1.
450 points, ended May 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hmmm interesting write here, definately thought provoking...only comment I can see is that perhaps the last line has one word or beat too much and slightly throws off the flow that the poem had going. Best of luck in the contest/
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This is a very unique twist on the whole "guardian angel" schtick! I can't imagine that they would appreciate whisking back and forth pulling our butts out of tough spots! Nicely written!
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the guardian angel direction is really funny, and the rhyme to it really flows well, thank you for entering the contest.
great write,
KNIGHT TIME
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