This was a poem that I wrote a friend of mine, Kevin. It was his birthday and since I hadn’t got him something goofy like I was planning on. I decided to write him this poem during my release after school.
Hey I’m Kevin Riley, look at me
I’m kind of great and now nineteen
I like to pick on rosie, I think I’m a star
Like that one time I kept him out of his car
Then I tackled him to the ground and made a scene
But its ok, cuz I’m nineteen
Hey I’m Kevin Riley, look at me
I’m kind of cool and now nineteen
I like to throw the bottle discus really far
And I’m still enjoying guarding his car
Then I faked punched him, right in the spleen
But its ok, cuz I’m nineteen
Hey I’m Kevin Riley, look at me
I’m kind of stupid and now nineteen
I take pleasure in running around
Making sure that rosie’s not homeward bound
Then he started to bleed on some grass that was green
But its ok, cuz I’m nineteen
Hey I’m Kevin Riley, look at me
I’m kind of stinky and now nineteen
There were video cameras in the parking lot
The whole event was on tape and now I’m caught
I’ll just say “what’s up man” and I’ll be clean
But its ok, cuz I’m nineteen.
Hey I’m Kevin Riley, look at me
I’m kind of smelly and now nineteen
I finally let that awesome, good looking kid run away
After the managers came out to see if everything was ok
Yo I’m Kevin Riley and I’m kind of mean
But its ok, cuz I’m nineteen
Your welcome for the awesome poem
If you read one of my earlier blogs describing the event that I alluded to than you will understand all my references. After I gave it to him for his birthday I asked him if he was going to frame it. Of course he replied with a resounding yes. Whether he does that or not, well that’s debatable.
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