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Call Me A Punk

Poetry By: mhart405
Poetry



A poem about me being a punk... Please comment! :D


Submitted:Oct 22, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Just me,

Look at my dark glow.

Sitting in the sunlight

Waiting for the darkness to grow.

I light up the night-

Tough on the outside

And at my state of mind.

A punk is me,

A hard core delight.

I listen to my role model,

Fucked up

In this annoying town.

My mom seems dissapointed,

Because I'm nothing like

The preps all around.

Trouble,

Me at all times.

Scheming up

A good time.

Punk-

My word to define.

Running through my day

High,

And lost in my mind.

Deep thoughts

Of badness

Cross all of the time.

Call me a punk,

I've been trying

For the longest time.





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