Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


Crash and Burn


I hold the sign.
For what its worth.
Open Party.
Here on Earth.
Bring the beer,
And leave the fear.
The end is near.
It's all so clear.
You all can go,
It's for you too.
Grab a friend.
Enjoy your crew.
It's your world.
Yours to grasp.
Yours to screw.
Yours to crash.
It never sleeps.
Nor will I.
Crash and burn,
Until I die.

9-3-01

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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An old poem. I'm assuming there were some 'mind altering' substances in play at the time I wrote this.

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  • Titi Dale (3/21/2013 7:38:00 PM)

    WOW. This uncanny poem was well worth reading! You have nice flow with rhymes :)

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