C
There always meanings in poems, mine is quite depressing tho it may not look like it, try to bear understanding it....
I am street that will not taste the rubber
The rubber of a car's tire
There are some that are highways
Or they may be busy streets
Where cars drive all of time on those roads
I wish I was the busiest but not the dirtiest
I wish I tasted that tire,
That warm piece of rubber that is oh so comforting
I am like a dead end, why bother coming down me
I will close myself, and be my own road for you.
I am street that will not taste the rubber
Oh why me, why is it the one who isn't patient
Why cannot it be the camel for he can last through famines
And he can live with that water
I am street that will not taste the rubber
I am destroyed by the inner, like a bomb that will never recover!
I may be stitched but these scars are forever engraved
I may be comforted for that second, but what about every second.
I no longer want that rubber
I am growing that dislike for rubber
I don't care I don't even belong to a road
I am street that will not taste the rubber
As feel like a male widow, my wife will consume me by the laws of creation.
I am street that will not taste the rubber
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I am street that will not taste the rubber
The rubber of a car's tire
There are some that are highways
Or they may be busy streets
Where cars drive all of time on those roads
I wish I was the busiest but not the dirtiest
I wish I tasted that tire,
That warm piece of rubber that is oh so comforting
I am like a dead end, why bother coming down me
I will close myself, and be my own road for you.
I am street that will not taste the rubber
Oh why me, why is it the one who isn't patient
Why cannot it be the camel for he can last through famines
And he can live with that water
I am street that will not taste the rubber
I am destroyed by the inner, like a bomb that will never recover!
I may be stitched but these scars are forever engraved
I may be comforted for that second, but what about every second.
I no longer want that rubber
I am growing that dislike for rubber
I don't care I don't even belong to a road
I am street that will not taste the rubber
As feel like a male widow, my wife will consume me by the laws of creation.
I am street that will not taste the rubber
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