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Array ( [sid] => 56166 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sweat No More. [time] => 2004-07-14 13:43:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sweat No More.

On my way home, I know I gotta work it,
The atmosphere is empty and I could never fill it,
On my own, I miss being lonely, and the sense of things
around me, I'm swinging from electric wires,
I should weep but I'm too tired.

Innocence says she has never been kissed
But a stranger’s sweets always taste the best,
Bend your finger back like this,
And put the structure to the test.

Without the roots there can be no tree,
without you I cannot be.
Without the sky there is no sun,
without the bottle it’s no fun.

I long for the day when T.V. can preach,
and take advantage of 'freedom of speech',
regret nothing and withstand the heat,
be afraid and learn to teach.

I may not be right, but I’m here right now,
find a way to get through somehow.
Your punctuation is a breaking bone,
Keep telling myself 'it's time I left myself alone'.

In this desert is my oasis;
a liquid that has filled the spaces,
I'm falling over untied laces,
the strangest sweets I ever tasted. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 56 [informant] => Ehorse [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )

Sweat No More.

Contributed by Ehorse on Wednesday, 14th July 2004 @ 01:43:19 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry

Sweat No More.

On my way home, I know I gotta work it,
The atmosphere is empty and I could never fill it,
On my own, I miss being lonely, and the sense of things
around me, I'm swinging from electric wires,
I should weep but I'm too tired.

Innocence says she has never been kissed
But a stranger’s sweets always taste the best,
Bend your finger back like this,
And put the structure to the test.

Without the roots there can be no tree,
without you I cannot be.
Without the sky there is no sun,
without the bottle it’s no fun.

I long for the day when T.V. can preach,
and take advantage of 'freedom of speech',
regret nothing and withstand the heat,
be afraid and learn to teach.

I may not be right, but I’m here right now,
find a way to get through somehow.
Your punctuation is a breaking bone,
Keep telling myself 'it's time I left myself alone'.

In this desert is my oasis;
a liquid that has filled the spaces,
I'm falling over untied laces,
the strangest sweets I ever tasted.

Copyright Â© Ehorse ... [ 2004-07-14 13:43:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Sweat No More. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 10:23:38 AM AEST
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How odd. Feels like two stories put together here. I gotta say the TV does preach tho - all the time - you gotta do this, what we should do about that: all the "filler" they stick in with the news. Anyhow - the rhyme is good!

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