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DARK SOUL
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
on
Wednesday, 12th November 2008 @ 06:34:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Im just a man
without a job.
With an ugly face,
a big fat slob.
With a little stick
and no cigars.
A hairy chest
but no guitar.
Theres nothing here
one would desire.
To make it worse,
I am retired.
Im just a man
no one could love.
I should be shot,
or from a bridge shoved.
I really dont care
anymore to live.
At my funeral theyll dance
carry on and laugh.
At least they came to share,
when alive they were nowhere.
If I only had a gun,
I could hurry, get it done.
But a rope would just be fine,
but i only could find twine.
If I live another day,
its just a hell that i must pay.
For a wasted useless life,
filled with pain and sin and strife.
If you see my ugly face,
then turn away in disgrace.
I do it every day,
at the mirror where I shave.
By: Robert Edgar Lawdog Burns
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2008-11-12 18:34:02]
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Re: DARK SOUL
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by catz77 on
Tuesday, 23rd December 2008 @ 01:42:37 AM AEST
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Well you are a talented one.
I am glad that you no longer feel this way.
God is great, no? |
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