Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates
My rather good sarcastic poem
Don’t get up to put your head on straight
Don’t wash down the alcohol with cracked fruitcake
Penknife in your pocket
Digging in your pants
Scraping at the bloody wax
You left me like a kiss
Searching in the surface
For the wonder underneath
Just to find the man who died
Is better off in peace
Take the record of mistakes
Use my cloth to wipe away
Sin the better for the worse
Curse the cross to make me stay
Cough up the candy
I made from the dream
Rotten and black
A soft-centred scream
Chew on my passions and spit out my pride
So I can tell them, that once you were mine
Don’t get up to put your head on straight
Don’t wash down the alcohol with cracked fruitcake
Penknife in your pocket
Digging in your pants
Scraping at the bloody wax
You left me like a kiss
Searching in the surface
For the wonder underneath
Just to find the man who died
Is better off in peace
Take the record of mistakes
Use my cloth to wipe away
Sin the better for the worse
Curse the cross to make me stay
Cough up the candy
I made from the dream
Rotten and black
A soft-centred scream
Chew on my passions and spit out my pride
So I can tell them, that once you were mine