I stepped on a rusted nail
But I guess we all drip/ our tears
into champagne glasses
whEn the blacksmith
tells us /
he's out of
brass rings
to eat wIth wedding cake
and doom /and gloom
steps on a puddle of roses
until the.... racoons
give.everyone. rabies
and I hate people faking
it
dressed it up to look
profound Wouldn't it be nice
if someone protested
screaming
SMACK THOMPSON MUST NOT DIE? ! ? !
Smack Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-kicked-out/
