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- Respect -
Contributed by
143
on
Monday, 17th May 2010 @ 08:08:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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My patients burn People start a' fire My nerves they turn Like twisted wire
My eyes they twitch From the caffeine they eat My feet are sore On the concrete they beat
My temper has risen To some its a scare But I dont take any pills I just yearn it and bare
Respect is what I want My fingers as they bleed I bust my knuckles To build your every need
I know youve seen my past And the stains with-in my plans So I thank you for your love And the Band-Aid on my hands
You have stopped my bleeding And shut my suffering down Now I respect you to Its funny how it twisted round
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