subterranean
01-17-2005, 12:05 AM
I can't post in the online poetry.com (dunno why). So I just post this cheap poem here :). It was written long time ago, but I modified it last nite cause I could not sleep.
Not Happy
So it’s like being shoveled to turn the door knob
You’re sweating as they pushing you out
Seems that everyone has grown bigger
And the room is getting smaller
One out many
So sorry, they choose you quietly
And it’s like being force to drink the glass empty
Though you can’t stand and have to take a pee
But you sit still and look happy
And the cocktail feels like sh*t
And you feel like you just have been hit
So suppose you’re not the prisoner
And you run like an Olympic runner
Suppose you’re being cheer up
By the crowd who hang up at the pub
Suppose you are free
And got the crown of victory
Not Happy
So it’s like being shoveled to turn the door knob
You’re sweating as they pushing you out
Seems that everyone has grown bigger
And the room is getting smaller
One out many
So sorry, they choose you quietly
And it’s like being force to drink the glass empty
Though you can’t stand and have to take a pee
But you sit still and look happy
And the cocktail feels like sh*t
And you feel like you just have been hit
So suppose you’re not the prisoner
And you run like an Olympic runner
Suppose you’re being cheer up
By the crowd who hang up at the pub
Suppose you are free
And got the crown of victory