Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

input

A friend asked why I put input on every one of my poems, I told her that its simply my two-sense on random given matters apon lies of a persons burial.
What does that mean? Its my input on the world, its not my feelings, its my thoughts about those feelings and topics and the topic I pick can be about the Clique or the kid across the street who has been beating his lid with the mits two pits and eventually be put in a casket, so what, he asked for it.
Time passes in the blink of an eye, you blink and you die, no time for crying or laughter,
This is the next piece of pain in the next chapter.
Tomorrow, forever after,
Deadly and faster than ever and I will keep the draining of sweat to a minimum, adrenaline,
I don't kick it, I hit the bucket and say screw it to all these new kids acting hard when they can't even spit a single bar amongst the car and they can't even write a poem this far or go this long yard to get to the far side of the field, you attack me I put down my shield, a stake in my heart and through the darkness I'm taken away to another day in a more pleasant way.