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Here is a Man, His name is Sir
Contributed by
n0body
on
Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 04:29:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Here is a man, his name is sir,
Let me tell you how he lives a blur.
He's not to young, but not to old,
His story is how he was sold.
Lets begin with his day,
its quite simple actually, theres not much to say.
His alarm goes off, and he wakes up,
He sighs and grabs his coffee cup.
Its almost seven, he has to go,
Outside its raining, but he walks on through.
He finds his his building, tall and gray,
like the city its self, and the dreay day.
He steps in the elevator, and up he goes.
Hes five minutes late, yes he knows.
Over to his desk, he drags his feet,
and pulls back the chair and sits in his seat.
He pull out his papers, and starts his job,
he scribbles his words in an inky mob.
Hours later he goes home,
and lay in his bed, under his empty dome.
His alarm goes off, and he wakes up,
He sighs and grabs his coffee cup.
Its almost seven, he has to go,
Outside its raining, but he walks on through.
He finds his his building, tall and gray,
like the city its self, and the dreay day.
He steps in the elevator, and up he goes.
Hes five minutes late, yes he knows.
Over to his desk, he drags his feet,
and pulls back the chair and sits in his seat.
He pull out his papers, and starts his job,
he scribbles his words in an inky mob.
His alarm goes off, and he wakes up,
He sighs and grabs his coffee cup.
Its almost seven, he has to go,
Outside its raining, but he walks on through.
He finds his his building, tall and gray,
like the city its self, and the dreay day.
He steps in the elevator, and up he goes.
Hes five minutes late, yes he knows.
Over to his desk, he drags his feet,
and pulls back the chair and sits in his seat.
He pull out his papers, and starts his job,
he scribbles his words in an inky mob.
Hours later he goes home,
and lay in his bed, under his empty dome.
He folds his hands, and closes his eyes,
his time is up, and then he dies.
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Re: Here is a Man, His name is Sir
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by ForeverAlone on
Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 04:36:46 PM AEST
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| You could have changed up the word. for the next day a little and it would have been more grabing, or you could have talked about how long this goes on, Good poem repeats it self though. |
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