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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Absolute Hotel
[time] => 2006-06-27 23:23:55
[hometext] => Wrote this on the spot, verse after verse, comment me if you think you know some of these people
[bodytext] => There comes a time on the tide of total destruction It beckons you And this time it collapses lightly On everything you do But the world’s of wisdom all assemble They congregate and swarm As the twists of evil collect themselves To some degree at which they form So good checks into dodge And evil does it’s best to expel While everyone made of infinity Retreats to the Absolute Hotel The Scotsman makes his mark A loud with bloody weekends on the street And all the riches of poorer men Are strewed about his feet He plays them pass his arrogance And throws a few back at them Then continues the path he’s chosen To collect coins once again He brings his moneybags heavy But no one knows what it is that he will sell But he has a suite at the bottom floor Of the Absolute Hotel The Golden Boy of the Circus His monkeys follow him They cheer and shriek their compliments His ears close onto that hymn Till all around that golden boy Are apes and primates to scratch his back A world full of peeled bananas And a chimp’s fruitless attack But he peels what’s left in short supply And wonders why all his apes fell Sitting at the tree outside Looking into the Absolute Hotel The salt collector starves at his brother’s gun While he collects a numbing praise He can’t make out the bandages They’re tampered by the haze His stomach is a weapon His action, the weapon of choice And speaking with a gun to his head He still does beckon noise And even his brother lowers the gun He too is entranced by the spell As his intellectual salt collector Escapes onto the Absolute Hotel The Nazi Beatle mania Is sweeping through the land He’s a gypsy and a toothpick The ocean and the sand Everything under the sun is his All you need to do is ask That is if you strip your soul And wear a Jason mask He would have drank the world clean Had it really been his to shell But he was the insect all along In the cracks of the Absolute Hotel The great white shark makes a journey With a million tambourines Haunting the patriotic seal On a corruption of our dreams And the Muppet inside shoots blank shells At the warriors worth to despise As he types away his poetry And exposes hallow lies You know he doesn’t sleep too much The alarm is set at a 4 o clock bell Don’t rent the room next to the Muppet Man On the owl perch of the Absolute Hotel We had forty or so held under the covers But a rat made his way through It was something always well hidden But certainly nothing new It was the ugliness at the throne A monarch of putrid figure The papers all would shout his name The donkeys made him a cure And although his nastiness resigned His conscience never fell And he still has booked a room At the Absolute Hotel The Doctor and the Preacher The speaker and the knife The answers of the common man The common man’s sad life All in one, one spoke for all His preaches filled the screen The weak watched on nervously At the expulsion of a dream But the dream it came but left so soon Like the ones you always try to tell It checked in with a “Do Not Disturb” Within the walls of the Absolute Hotel The Horse-loving loony-tune He tapped wanderers on the shoulder When everything was heated up We could tell it was getting colder All he ever wanted Was to check in all along But his now owns a ballroom For all that is that’s wrong And though he can be reached Within the gates of hell He still calls in the front desk Ignored by the Absolute Hotel The bard who conquered the world His sunglasses cover his face As we all try to overanalyze His position and his place He’s got a lot in common With the uncommon he drops bombs Written word exposed by the hand It crushes, cools and calms And he’s on the guest list Although he’ll do his best to repel The top floor with a balcony Overlooking the whole Absolute Hotel There comes a time on the tide of total destruction It beckons you And this time it collapses lightly On everything you do But the world’s of wisdom all assemble They congregate and swarm As the twists of evil collect themselves To some degree at which they form So good checks into dodge And evil does it’s best to expel While everyone made of infinity Retreats to the Absolute Hotel [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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