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[aid] => mick
[title] => Street defeat
[time] => 2011-01-25 14:14:11
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[bodytext] => Dead beat and feeling worthless? why not grab yourself a purpose? that's what the professor said as raindrops rolled from off his head. Then down his nose, his ruffled clothes, keep rolling down please do not pause. For the professor has his duties each day goes by, so don't feel snooty. Dead beat, street defeat useless meat to passing feet. Hands outstretched no beg your pardon, years since Joe walked in a garden. Miming beckon calls for cash plenty people with a stash! some will choose to play the game and throw him coins to fill the drain. Dead beat, those well turned feet hand tuppence o'er to feel complete. Whilst others judge and turn their noses if they could they would sniff posies. They know the stranger at their feet will spend his dough on something neat, so they will not afford him pleasure. They have to work whilst he has leisure. Dead beat, no longer worthless Professor carries on his purpose. Shopping trolley is his pram, his pride and joy for all to scan. He collects what we don't want. Don't bug him or he'll have a shunt and scratch the paintwork on your ride. You look at him, you laugh and hide Dead beat, it starts to sleet. Before long there's an ice sheet. You get your key, open your door- for all you know once so did Joe. You can't wait to get your feet in. direct debit, central heating. You spare a thought for those outsiders are they really easy riders? dead beat, they sweep the street. Out poke two ill-tethered feet. Coldness took a hold upon them, now the trolley is a problem. Paupers grave set for another. Left a sister and a brother. Who will find themselves a purpose now professors corpse is worthless? Dead beat, your life's complete but your futures not at your feet Right now you might have a purpose whims of others make it worthless then you'd have nowhere to turn you're core of friends would crash and burn praise god and hope you never go down paths trod by the likes of Joe. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 124 [topic] => 13 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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