If GRASS can shove thru the knacks and the cracks
Curdled in grey cement,
Then why can’t YOU break through the bulletproof glass,
Baracading walls like you’re Iron Man?
Don’t stop at the ceiling
Don’t stop when they say
Keep pushing, and pushing and PUSHING your way!
This poem is done,
But one last thing 2 know:
(Why does everything I say come out so seemingly sexual?
I could swear I don’t do it on purpose……………… though. O_0 )
Pondered by Yours Truly, CharliZero.