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Array ( [sid] => 87566 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Generation [time] => 2005-03-15 18:33:40 [hometext] => woof [bodytext] => Breeds of every color,
every nationality,
every shape, and every size
yearn to bite the hands that patronize.
Angels fear to tread,
where sleeping dogs lie,
their glistining fangs
foretell the coming pains
of those foolish enough
to disturb their slumber.
Their strength in numbers
is negated by their oblivousness,
their needs and hunger
are symptoms of their restlessness,
their bark is bitterness,
no one will confess
as to how they got this way.
This world is going to the dogs.
When they awaken to find no bones,
they will take it from their owners homes.
When they see the dog house is empty,
that there is no land of good an plenty,
that their dreams were only dreams,
there will be no more cages, no muzzles
to confuse or confuzzle,
the pound puppies from becoming baskerville hounds
taking back their future by bleeding the grounds
of all that was and came before.
It is not a when, but an if.
Will these dogs continue to drift,
or will they wake up and cry,
howl at the moon as a threat
that the are coming, don't forget
that were sleeping dogs lie,
angels fear to tread,
because they know the lethality
of rousing a teen from bed.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 64 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )

My Generation

Contributed by CodyJ on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 06:33:40 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

Breeds of every color,
every nationality,
every shape, and every size
yearn to bite the hands that patronize.
Angels fear to tread,
where sleeping dogs lie,
their glistining fangs
foretell the coming pains
of those foolish enough
to disturb their slumber.
Their strength in numbers
is negated by their oblivousness,
their needs and hunger
are symptoms of their restlessness,
their bark is bitterness,
no one will confess
as to how they got this way.
This world is going to the dogs.
When they awaken to find no bones,
they will take it from their owners homes.
When they see the dog house is empty,
that there is no land of good an plenty,
that their dreams were only dreams,
there will be no more cages, no muzzles
to confuse or confuzzle,
the pound puppies from becoming baskerville hounds
taking back their future by bleeding the grounds
of all that was and came before.
It is not a when, but an if.
Will these dogs continue to drift,
or will they wake up and cry,
howl at the moon as a threat
that the are coming, don't forget
that were sleeping dogs lie,
angels fear to tread,
because they know the lethality
of rousing a teen from bed.

Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-03-15 18:33:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My Generation (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 07:38:27 PM AEST
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Sincerely convoluted. I think thats a good thing right here.

Keep writing.

Re: My Generation (User Rating: 1 )
by Floo on Tuesday, 2nd August 2005 @ 08:57:23 AM AEST
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incredible!!!

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