Drop Dead Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen
Drop Dead
I shoplifted from your height
and got me some
window ledge religion.
Since then,
I have tried to drop dead.
Since then,
I've been hanging out
under chandeliers.
If I ever get my hands
on your manufactured faith,
I'm gonna hold it
over the highest staircase.
I'm gonna make you squirm,
make you beg,
make you confess,
make YOU drop dead.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
©Casey Renee Kiser2007
From the book 'Swan Wreck'
From the book 'Swan Wreck'
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Casey Renee Kiser
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 4:38:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
