Immature Is the Way to go
Immature, Why yes i am,
Well behaved? PSSH. Im not like THEM
THEM, who sit there looking smart,
While im outside popping wheelies in the golf cart,
There sitting at their desks, all concentrated,
With them not knowing that a bomb is being created,
My friends and I are a weird bunch if you would say,
Sneaking up on people and scaring them away!
Pushing each other, and laughing when we fall down,
Acting like retards when we go to town,
Not afraid of what people label us,
Throwing french fries at all the grown ups,
Buying our tripp pants and chaining each other to trees,
Blasting our rock music from our new CDS,
With monsters in our hands, and skateboards under our feet,
A bunch of insane maniacs running and screaming down the street,
So we pull up our sleeves, and salute to the root beer king!
Getting ready for what tomorrow brings,
We head off with our boards, away in the night,
With a big bang behind us, We'll be alright!
poem by Lacey Nightmare
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
