Sunday, January 6, 2008

Skateboard Punk

Grinding down the stairs on the rail
Falling across the sidewalk leaving a blood trail
Baggie clothes and airwalk shoes
Always thinking ahead for his next move
Greasy hair not washed for days
No matter how much mom yells he won't change his ways
7-11 Burritos and cool slushies
Fast food he eats, even Long John hush puppies
Broken arm, ankle, and cracked hip
None of these will make him trip
Picking up the pieces he shall skate on
Pounding the pavement only to walk on the lawn
one thing he will never do is cry
Because all skaters know its SKATE OR DIE!!!

2 comments:

RC said...

Hey,Jake,is this poem about your cousin Aseop?

jake said...

yeah it is, i thought of him when i was writing it.