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[aid] => mick
[title] => Your Account
[time] => 2005-05-20 11:11:53
[hometext] => in the shadows
[bodytext] => living in a small town Chestnut trees lining many streets Small houses some even with picket fence A place you might want to live Wrong The big cities and all their crime Noise rumbling trafic sound Impatience and blowing horns Not to mention dirt and grime Anyhow back to the chestnut trees I do my business in their shade In the shadows of midday I prettry much do as I please Living near the Ire Lake Loving my parties and my home Driving my Porsh duty bound Now I like kids; their my take Easy is my life no forty hour week I sell dope and the three leaf weed Lunch monies add up well Get the word out and they come and seek You may think I don't give a darn Making a living is all I want If they didn't want it they wouldn't come Not that I would do any harm I have seen and heard of a few tears Children passing before their time Yeah I feel bad, but its their fault They shouldn't listen to their peers In the shadows of night or day They search me out for happiness A moment of bliss Hey If it wern't me it would be someone else The markets there and was before I came along Long before the candyman song Besides I take care of myself My stuff is clean I know my clients they seek me out A little joint never hurts and my dope is pure I've even scored on a few highschool queen One grey day this young girl and boy friend died I felt bad and sure I cried A firey car crash They were high Damn kids they began to talk Police inspectors were visiting schools I began telling the kids don't be fools I put my house on the mark Too many snoopers and things might get hot Hell I did no wrong I felt the police were tracking me down My market tumbled; it was shot The police were scouting my home Evidence; I took all means to destroy They came to question and I denied all I was making plans to flee to Rome I got to feeling prettry sure Police were just plain dumb I burned all of my accounts I changed my plans with no evidence I was in the clear I like this little town My bank roll was sufficent My high class friends understood Its time I setteled down One day a parent came to speak to me The accident The boy and that girl It was his daughter that he grieved He said he came because of her account He found my name and amounts she owed Of course everything I denied He pulled a gun with me the point You destroyed my life and my daughter I was terrified "I'll give no mercy you filthy rat" This is also for my wife and the boy you slaugthered Please mr please I felt as weak as Oliva Newton John He pulled the trigger my eyes got as big as dinner plates I fell as I began to bleed Lying there in my own puddle of blood He stood there a smile on his face "Im not done yet I have a few more bullets left for your account" Bam Bam Bam as my body jumped I could see the tunnel of light A vapor a mist shadowed over me The tunnel blackened and demons came into view I surcumed to etenal fright Sinned [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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