teeth like a zipper
heart like a stone
finger on the trigger
cut down to the bone
staring through dead eyes
with one life to live
taking a walk on the wild side
smoking a used cigarette
a little change in my pocket
already burning a hole
an old photo in my locket
that someone else stole
nothing lasts forever
flying quicker than time
gotta learn to be clever
to waste it is a crime
gotta bully the bully
to earn your respect
sunglasses and a hoodie
assertive and direct
learn what you've got in ya
and the error of your ways
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
well, you know what they say
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Nicely done, Kelli
What a way to describe living in various aspects. Good job.
lol, not me stuck on what teeth like a zipper would actually look like hahaha
Very real, thankyou for sharing xx
Brilliant writing Kelli!