The other person wrote a poem in five minutes apparently. So I tried to write whatever my mind came up with on the theme 'five minutes' in... well, five minutes. And here it be:
Five minutes.
Five minutes.
A lot can happen in five minutes.
A parade of ways to sell your soul
A million ways to fill that hole
Five minutes to cook a spoon
To boil a hit.
To prove you don't need all this 'love' s**t
Five minutes to take a downturn
To swing from one end to the other
To swing from hatred to lover
And back again.
Five times a minute,
Five times five times a minute.
A camel's back is broken by a straw
A life is affirmed by a whore
When it's the only way out
When loneliness is a scar that needs repairing
When everyone else has moved on, grown up, got laid, got drunk
Got stoned, f****d up, OC, watched punk'd
Five minutes.
Time enough.
Time to fall thirty storeys
Time to change your aim and move
Time to suck it up and prove
Who you are
Or aren't
Or could be in time
Five minutes to choose between beauty and crime
Five minutes
Wasted on saying what could be done?
Or five spinutes spent closing the door on your way out
As you go out and do it.