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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sincerely, Ten Thousand Leagues Under the Brainwaves
[time] => 2006-07-28 14:49:25
[hometext] => Looking for trouble never works, you need it to come to you
[bodytext] => Three convicts outside the Marquee Their minds are marked with loss Patiently waiting for my appearance But they didn’t know the cost Of ending up knowing their enemy was their boss I controlled them like puppets and I gave them the toss Debra, she is a toolbox Being picked up by the fixer She ate her individuality And drank in conformities’ elixir But it ended up being poison not the promised cure Empty eyed and mortified she helped nail in the fixture Waiting by the window The stray cat’s perch smokes it’s cigarette After gambling with life And loosing every card on the bet Now it slinks under her kingdom and tries not to be upset Never realizing just who it is who should pay that debt Stooped on his latest blunder Joker boy laughs at dancer child After promising his heart sanity Then letting it run wild Now, looking on like a warlord, he’s nauseous at what he has riled “Oh please”, he boasts sincerely, “Let me be reconciled” Give way, the opinions of everyone Who are stuck inside the town library Who read into Stephen King Then complain when it gets scary You best not read into the world, things could get a little hairy I’d never settle for bookworm, but luck out on the contrary Answer me Saint Thompson What is this all about? I’d like to holler some kind of message But my mouth’s zipped and I can’t shout Now all I can do, is scribble down rants and pout Won’t you come down from the farm and help me out? When nothing seems to be working While you’re organizing everything you thought And you find yourself searching Never thankful for what it is you’ve bought You’re going to end up getting your pretty fingers’ caught Just keep it all together; and you’re shoes will loosen their naught [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 51 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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