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[title] => Mr. Animosity
[time] => 2006-06-25 23:34:19
[hometext] => They'd call me (comments welcomed)
[bodytext] => They call it hostility, complacency, erasing me And I can’t help the feeling I’m out of my mind Ten hundred little tales consume my agenda And I’d like to blend a friend if there’s a friend to find When I put my charm on the floor, open up the door, I don’t know why for But everyone gives me shot gun looks And when I see, I want to flee; I know what I’d be If they put me down in books I’d be Mr. Animosity A walking breath of atrocity An excuse for constant calamity The picture form of insanity And no one holds my drink Well I think, I’m on the brink of finding worms to sink Out in the pond outside, cause in this party I’m no light In fact it’s a black out, a silent shout, an audiences pout If I weren’t so dumb I’d pass off myself as bright In laugh’s I’m broke, I’m no entertainment to these folk as I crack a joke Just blank stairs and someone muttering to break that awkward silence Reliance, this defiance, I think they’d call it science There’d be a chemical term to define people like us I’d be Mr. Animosity A walking breath of atrocity An excuse for constant calamity The picture form of insanity And no one holds my drink Oh no, no one holds my drink Won’t you hold my drink? No one holds my drink [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 48 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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