We'll sit on clouds with bubble- Yum!
And share in young delights
As we pick the Angels- Fling!
Whoa, you knocked out all his lights...
Age might come to hinder- Oh!
But we will not be moved.
Kicking Angels in the- Well...
I guess God disapproved.
So we sit in everlasting- Ouch!
Just burning in a Hell.
Wishing for Someone to- YES!
Oh, whip that Angel's tail! !
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spit-at-angels/
