Fifteen Broken Things
One day my name will be up in lights
My number up in arms
my qwerty will be backwards
I'll hear the first alarms
One day that gun will be aimed at me
I'll plead my innocence
soil my clean underware
(You see, I'll be quite tense)
One day all of this will be yours
No, really--you can have it
It's wearing through around the knees
I'd rather eat a haddock
One day all I have will be gone
I will be sitting on the streets
Thinking of my name lit days
When TV shows weren't all repeats
Contributors: | N, loaf, swibbles, F, Big Andy, Ethetran, ceejay. |
Poem finished: | 20th November 2003 by Anon.. |