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[title] => Synthetically Intensively Caring For You
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[bodytext] => Synthetically sung in tune Repetitively written in red Smeared so smoothly Your thought a ghost and it hovers above your head Habitually rehabilitated I took the garbage out last night Like some damn program A patriot thats all out of fight Daytime turns to nighttime We swallow the purple, red, and blue No one told us to stop And we still didn't even want to Tragic transisting translations Ripped right out from under my feet Like a rug across a smooth wooden floor Like a headache that no over-the-counter could beat Medicated, birthday belated No reason for a cause before the effect Cynical, and still there you are Responsibly risking, just cause you're a reject Green grass, knuckles white Veins splitting at your neck Kicked in the teeth for no reason Like a plane that's missing its button labelled eject Turn right after right after Maybe later after tomorrow You missed your turn back there And you were too ****** to know Subsidized standing stupidly still The road is behind you now Yearn to learn And mourning is not the way how Dodge diligently the door Stuck in the roof of your mouth Like a tack into the drywall Or like misery or a burned-alive-cow -------------------------------------------------------- Learn your lessons while you can If in fact it is that you will meet a man A man with a limp, and six bottom gold teeth His eyebrows grew together, and he doesn't have any feet He's the worst poet, except for when he drinks his wine He has a terrible voice but he'll sing a song for just a dime ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Blood, alarm clock blinking red, stuck in the inuendo of a silly dream, lost for the sake of losing, we smile so things won't always be like they seem. The weather could be better, but we don't ask for rain, when the sun is shining, I think of good times again. Split your head on the pavement, the alarm clock comes spilling out, a little girl screams all murder-like, her young mind filled with disbelief and doubt. The wine makes you sleepy, you lost your only smoke, you're only smiling because you're nervous, this sunshine makes you want to choke. The cement won the battle, and the synthetic feeling came in a song, it was written over and over, you want to hum along. But, your eyes are closed and your brain doesn't work, synthetically singing your ballad, at last everyone will see you, dead with big damn smirk. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 13 [informant] => exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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