With a clang clang bangety bang,
He killed the last man, and he fell with a thumpty,
just like humpty dumpty.
He couldn't get up no matter his strength,
his bones went creak creak creak.
He thought about the things he's done in his life,
and it was bleak bleak bleak.
The gun felt warm from gunfire in his hands,
He needed that warmth from the love of a person,
not a hunk of metal that only goes clang clang bangety bang.
CZYTASZ
Things I Know
PoezjaThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was going through a pretty damn tough time, and I showed them to a friend of mine and she said that they were really good. She told me that I should make a book and so I did. I don't think that they are th...
