CANDYBEARS An extreanly pretty Long lost daughter A wealth of humility Lost to a quarter Heasr some tracks by muso hacks Lost to a reporter With white line and red wine To act and to court her Extream acts of violence Can't guarentee the silence Of those brave little Candy Bears Who try to divide us And still we march our march Only to find our ships at half mast Frying brain and some strong claim Of a tiring liar With hard times and fast crimes An aniestatist Who bears no gift It's hard to smile with the smell of barbed wire as a shot to the brain It's never the same As the brave little candy bears Slowly turn insane
Reason for writing:
I have no idea
Any sugestions?
Birth sign: Gemini
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Chris Vine.