I was sittin in my room
smoking some purple
this room is my cage
and i am the gerbil
i look to my food dish
cause i got the munchies
its filled with whole milk
and captain crunchies
crunchberries on the top
i let the bong drop
i finish up the bowl
and then i start to roll
i smoke that big spliff
and then start to drift
with each and every rip
i take another trip
through this tube
in the center of my cage
its my bong with the chong
that i use to vent my rage
cause im sitting in my room
dont got no life goals
so its time to flic that bic
and to my head
toke two more bowls
A contest entry
- Street Muzik by Freestyle Bushido.
500 points, ended July 21, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very dee
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it's all too true. just one critique: if you're going to rhyme, stay consistent through the entire poem instead of just a few lines. i like this though, very blatantly real.
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damn i feel like this alot myself. excellent and rhymes and whimsical word usage. thanks for entering and good luck.
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