Twin Tower of Babel
Alarms go off at four, now they are mute.
The clocks are silent till the next of days.
By teleport we come, or parachute.
We travel over ninety miles and ways.
We sign the lists that come and go again.
We know by heart the names of countless wives.
We talk to screens, some think we're crazy men.
A fairy louse appears in students' lives.
A break, the need for caffeine in our veins
is strong, we must have coffee now and here.
Small cups of black, cheap gold recharge our brains.
This dark addiction starts at freshmen's year.
We do a lot of stuff, as you can see
and also rhyme at university.
The clocks are silent till the next of days.
By teleport we come, or parachute.
We travel over ninety miles and ways.
We sign the lists that come and go again.
We know by heart the names of countless wives.
We talk to screens, some think we're crazy men.
A fairy louse appears in students' lives.
A break, the need for caffeine in our veins
is strong, we must have coffee now and here.
Small cups of black, cheap gold recharge our brains.
This dark addiction starts at freshmen's year.
We do a lot of stuff, as you can see
and also rhyme at university.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Alatariel: | Dinsdag, januari 01, 2008 13:28 |
| ghehe das m se :D | |
| Nummer 127: | Vrijdag, december 21, 2007 15:05 |
| ik vind het een beetje een sadistische titel maar misschien vergis ik mij Nummer 127 |
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| Auteur: C.I.M.A Punk | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 december 2007 | ||
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