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Here's a poem I kinda....sorta....might of...did steal
::::::::::I'M EMO:::::::::::
i am HARDCORE,
i will windmill kick you in the face,
everybody, back up, make a circle,
let's DESTROY this place.
the lights are low, and i'm about to go,
here comes the breakdown,
KARATE CHOP!!!!!
raise up your arms,
make an "X" if your down,
me and my crew,
we own this stinkin town!
watch out for my fist,
your face, it will kiss,
on purpose,
i'm tough and i'm ticked.
i don't slow dance, i don't salsa dance,
forget the tango, i don't slamdance,
you IDIOT.
i dance HARDCORE.
on the floor, i'm the man you've never seen before.
when the drummer yells, "GO!"
it's my time to blow.
and inbetween songs i yell at all the bands,
because i don't care what they have to say,
i'm not here to learn anything anyway.
i'm here to dance, in a zone, in a trance,
i don't smoke cigarettesssss.
but if she's willing i'll drop my pants.
permiscuis i am,
but i'm veagon, i don't eat meat or any of that stuff 'cause it's bad for you right?
i want to save the animals,
i don't care about the sweatshop scandals,
i do not shop at hot topic.
i am not mallcore,
i am HARDCORE.
madball, hatebreed, throwdown and terror,
i own them all.
on colored vinyl, limited edition, hand numbered.
but you won't see me askin' for no autograph,
'cause i ain't lookin like no fool,
i ain't no pop-culture tool.
if they ain't screamin, i ain't listenin!
if they ain't got a blast beat, i ain't tappin my feet.
i eat emo panzies for breakfast.
and i give their little t-shirts to my little sister
so cry about it.
you messenger bag, purse carrying, whatever.
i wear girl pants, but i'm homophobic,
but the way i'm always huggin on my homeboys,
you sure wouldn't know it.
i've had my ears streched an inch,
since back in '96.
somebody told me that hardcore,
was a place to share what you believe,
but i didn't like what the guy said,
so i flipped 'im off, and told him to leave.
i'm mad at society,
because my parents won't buy me a new computer,
EVEN THOUGH I ASKED POLITELY.
my playstation2 is broken,
but my x-box works.
when that breaks though,
something is gonna hit the fan,
and i'll express myself with
RAGE AND ANGER.
just like a man cause that's how it's done, right?
you get mad and start a fight, right?
i think i may, i think i might,
take my insecurities out on
that PUNK IN THE PIT, tonight.
because really i'm am just insecure.
more than that i'm kinda scared,
and i'm hurting inside,
and i don't know how to deal with it,
i don't know what being a man means.
i thought acting TOUGH, was the way to go.
but,
now that i think about it,
i'm,
i'm, emo.
 Poison Fed with a Spoon · Fri Mar 03, 2006 @ 12:33am · 0 Comments |
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