The art of Explosion

I stand here
All on my own
People tell me to leave
They tell me to go home

Their glares don't bug me
Their comments i ignore
They all have grown old
They are all a bore

I need a new game
Something to pass the time
Cause all I have are poems
That don't really rhyme

When a boom sounds out
And everyone screams
My eyes light up
As i pray this isn't a dream

For my inspiration
Has finally come back
Now my art is a bang
That is a fact

The smell of smoke
The heat of the fire
Has made me giddy
Now its my true desire

Those that bored me
Those are no fun
Are about to play once more
Until they are all gone

Im gonna blow them up
And watch my art unfold
Its something new
I think is quite bold

So leave me be
As i make the new toys
If you wish to find me
Just follow the noise

by UnderUmbrellas
posted on 05/19/2008