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[title] => For gone mad man
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[bodytext] => Everything is moving too slow All sounds reverberate like a distant echo Like a crazy mad man I babble on Everything is being said and nothing is withdrawn There are days I feel like a single hair on Castro’s beard Insignificant but in mass numbers revered There are days I feel like a recited mantra Said often but rarely understood Everything is being said but nothing is withdrawn So my lips move on My heart is personified like the Yukon Often cold though people live hereon The laces in my shoes often speak Of the pains of the modern workweek So my lips move on Any formalities forgone Just like Santa I drink shots of vodka Drunken sleigh rides Wasted we vomit by children’s bed sides Me and big red buddies till the end Any formalities forgone Prepare to be offended hereon Like a lost child I wonder Like a holy man turned hooker Like the great philosopher Homer I think I know the answer It involved a disgruntled butler and some chowder Space and time hardly matter In a place that exists pointless chatter The people you fake friends with Tell them you hate them and end that myth My mind wanders in endless circles The world annoys me like an army of Eurkles To destroy them all would be an insurmountable task So I put on a mask and join the Family Matters cast I don't wear trendy clothes or a mesh trucker hat I don't say what's up homes or own a yoga mat The world is somehow different to me Is it just me or am I the only one to see. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 60 [informant] => namesaretaken [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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