welcome.

HI and welcome to a world of truths, horror, & laughter.
Sometimes sprinkled with some fiction.
But mainly fragments of my life put to words.
Freedom of speach is the princaple.
Please feel free to leave comments,good or bad.
As i wont be affended.
I truely hope you enjoy my poetry and hope alot of people can relate to what i am writing.
So happy reading
Much love to you all
Kind regards
Kenny xxx

Saturday 3 March 2012

DIGGING THE DANCING THIEF

Cheata, cheata.

You & i know.

The crimes & grimes youve commited.

AH AH AH AH.

Cheata,cheata.

You & i know.

Where the long green GRASSES grow.

Cheata, cheata.

Whats up your sleave.

AH AH AH AHHHH.

Achieve all that,that you can.

The dancing thief.

Young & free (at the mo).

Only inbetween.(BARS & CONCRETE WALLS).444

 Watch when the lights are low.

He will, know where to go.

Find a pic pocket.

Strung and dumb.

Watch as he  claims it all.

For he is the dancing thief.

Young and free.

Digging the dancing king.

Watch him fleace.

Watch him go (THROUGH EVERY POCKET IN TOWN).

Digging his own grave.

Dont go wasting your emotions.

Save your life & run.

Digging the dancing king.

Young and free.

Only 93

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