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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Crowd
[time] => 2006-04-19 18:12:35
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[bodytext] => I’m a lucky man, I won’t deny it. I have a piece of pine Which floats six inches over my right shoulder. Nobody can see it but me. On that piece of pine, I won’t deny it, Live a society of people, No bigger than a walnut (or a large cashew). Nobody can see them but me. They like my work, I won’t deny it. Cheering my every move. A good shot in pool or a crafted chat up line. Nobody can hear them but me. They’re like a family, I won’t deny it. They are born And they die, which is sad. Nobody knows that but me. They annoy me at times, I won’t deny it. Snoring at night, And lighting bonfires while I eat. Nobody feels that but me. I was leaving a pub, I won’t deny it. We’d all had a drink, And the crowd were most boisterous. Nobody cared but me. I stepped over a tramp, I won’t deny it. The tramp shouted out, “Nice crowd”. Then I thought, “Nobody can see them but me”. I stopped for a while, I won’t deny it, And talked to the tramp. He told me he’d had a crowd once, Nobody could see them but him. So I asked him, I won’t deny it, “Where’s your crowd now?” “I sold them for drink and a marlboro light, Nobody loses them like me.” I thought for a bit, I won’t deny it. And I chatted with the crowd. “I’ll share my crowd with you” I said. “Nobody needs one like you.” It hurt a touch, I won’t deny it, To lose half of my crowd. But the board was brimming and probably dangerous, Nobody wants to see that, not me. But I told the tramp, I won’t deny it, To share his crowd, like I had With other vagrants and down-and-outs Nobody needs to be alone like him. He thought for a while, I won’t deny it. He liked our special bond. But he agreed in the end to share our crowds, Nobody was happier than me. So if you see, and please don’t deny it, A tramp shouting away to himself, He is not, it’s his crowd that has fired his rage. But nobody can see them but him. And me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 7 [informant] => faiton [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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