Leather clad biker booted kids
Walking up and down the block
Laughing and cheering
Like the rest of the world doesn't matter
And never will
Crash at my pad
Laugh some more
Turn up the music
To some rocker punk speaking about injustice
And bigger issues with society
We dig it
Order a couple pizzas from the place down the street
Local and cheap
Delivery in three minutes
Turn the music up louder
Pepperoni
And a little bag of good shit
Supposedly
The best money can buy
Pizza in our mouths
Coke in our noses
And the rest of the night to melt
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Poetry Book 4
Puisihello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
