Friday, March 20, 2009

They will come in off the hinges the door will fall
Not one, not two, but dozens will fallow this guys come in as gangs.
They’re armed to the teeth. One false move and you’re really dead.
On the floor scumbag they say. The Iran of the cuffs are cold to the touch.
Headhunters some people may say but it’s the DEA. It’s a lotto game
once your name is drawn your future is all\but cancelled.


Josh

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thats really cool. I really like that poem and it really means a lot. I could see how that would be dangerous and your life would be canceled.

Tayler

Anonymous said...

Sounds like this has happened to you? haha It was kind of sad to me but i really liked it i think you did an amazing job. Nick P (1)

Anonymous said...

That is a sad poem. I mean very great don't get me wrong but sad. I guess that's why no one should be in gangs.

-Kesha :)

Anonymous said...

That poem was really good. The details that you put in were really good. I like the way you think.
Karissa

Anonymous said...

WOW thats the best thing i've read today thats really good congrates

TY

Anonymous said...

That has a lot of feeling and things behind it. You did a really nice job with it. It has a lot of meaning. Good job--

Kelsee