Poems from Poetic Herpies
Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.
Another Nuclear bombs hit.
Hiding inside caves a few more minutes of extra life.
No more innocent children.
Just chirldren with thier mind...
The human race is trouble.
There are weak minded pricks.
Guided by their music.
Just worrying about the chicks.
The don't know their...
A child born out of drugs.
The mother a whore.
The father, has given no fucks.
At one year old.
Taken away by the goverment.
Parent are to...
A rappers words.
Of pussy, money, and weed.
Show how much,
Just how much they knows of the world, agreed?
For them, the world is at thier...
A shy boy
Made almost no noise.
Saw a beutiful women.
He went up to talk to her.
He was not much like a sir.
But he still tried to be a...