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, Tha Master.
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: in the hall of fame.
Posts: 3,588
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a blatant off road swerve, he lost hold first
then tossed all mirth in a applausable curse
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a quintessential loser, never a bruiser
cruiser, just driving through life without a few curves
straight liner, white shirt, black tie and suited
nine to five, fine with life, danced right through music
a few flips, of a coin, but probability wasn't stable
unable, ungrateful, change would just make bull -
- shit, and he didn't have the time
reputation to uphold, couldn't lip a sip of wine
missing out on times, a wallflower in his own home
scared the TV might want to shake his hand he'd drone, `lone
and hold own, scattered his shattered mind to himself
typical slouch, but too scared to add some spine for his health
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see he's...straining his eyes, patient in fright
clinging to the office wall, facially white
blatantly trife, the annual office party, a nightmare
right there, with too many people, left in spites glare
couldn't duck out, he didn't need the next day's questions
confessions, are best left spent in the blessing
of church, with a wall slidding between humanity
and deity, so now he huddles down in insanity
maddening, what if? what then? what now?
the sound of silence stalks him around
and clowns, and drowns him in its murky essense
a presense, so omnicient he didn't get the message
of a girl tapping him on the shoulder, he'd known her
from work, flowing blonde hair, and eyes to uphold her
as a goddess, she was beauty at its peak
lasting, sweet moments made him glad she'd seen
him for a second, then it all came back, all a trap
they'd fall and laugh, if they could read his mind, so he stalled and asked
"yes?" her responce echoed in a sweet soprano
"come and dance, for, me, with me, if you can stand up"
so to the cold, hard wood, he would walk
and the night began, lights then ran, she would talk
and he could listen, and she would listen to him for once
dimples cupped her cherry cheeks, he even took a drink for once
and a bigger cup, a bigger cup, the night went on forever
and never, did he feel the need, to then sever
hopped in the car at a quarter past three
started the engine, suspension, a fast speed
but he made it, went to bed, and didn't go to work
3 days later, a neighbor, opened the door, hesetant creeks
and he found him drowned in his vomit, with a smile etched in his cheeks
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