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[bodytext] => I was keeping up the pace At a feverish rate Pumping pens, grinding gears, shifting weight Out all night howling at the moon Grew old like a fairy tale Told by the doomed Turning rotten, eating cotton It got stuck in my throat Kept gloating and exposing All my weakness to and fro Then she came along Tar in hand It was sticky, and pathetic And it grounded me down All these triceratops dreams got me Sticking by my feet Like a sheet of fear is fitting on my boots In a concrete, with a mood Should you be here when I return I’d hope that you would learn You’re never as good as the things you’ve stood by I’ve got a blue-eyed alibi I’ve got watered down words I’m fitting in my head Like a freezer to be iced And I’m changing my mind more than Jesus Christ It’s intolerable, so be kind I’d hoped the feelings would not persist For fake friends and lovers kept Like pictures that consist of criticism Towards my depth I never tried to pass for smart Just thought that art was art And I’d never been concerned With fitting in Just in having a few friends Not in the means to the ends So if you want me to be proper You best defend in what you pretend Should you be here when I return I’d hope that you would learn You’re never as good as the things you’ve stood by I’ve got a blue-eyed alibi [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Desideratum [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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