Tuesday, December 19, 2006

To Liive And Die In The Bronx - The Prequel Comments

Rating: 5.0

I walk down the filthy streets of the Bronx.
They want my money and they want my soul.
I pull a tissue from my pocket to wipe the soot from my burning eyes,
and 8 red pills fall to the ground, They sparkle under the filthy neon haze
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buried alive
COMMENTS
Kim Barney 31 January 2016

Hilarious! You may want to fix the title, however. You have an extra letter in the second word (Liive) .

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K J 05 June 2011

Hahaha, this one was very funny.

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Kk Hull 20 December 2006

your poem is so intense

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