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Kancer Mar 2013
There’s a giraffe in here, in my house
There’s a giraffe in here, his name’s Strauss
There’s a giraffe in here, watching my TV
There’s a giraffe in here, he's got a key

I think it’s fun to have a crazy friend
I don’t care if we go round the bend


There’s a giraffe in here, in my kitchenette
There’s a giraffe in here, he’s a great pet
There’s a giraffe in here, in my car
There’s a giraffe in here, smoking a cigar

I think it’s fun to throw away my meds
My crazy friend, is in my head


There’s a giraffe in here, in my mind
There’s a giraffe in here, he’s refined
There’s a giraffe in here, in my padded room
There’s a giraffe in here, I assume
Kancer Mar 2013
On the darkest night of the brightest day

A quite whisper asked the girl to play

“Let’s take a walk in the dark,
and head right down to the park”


The girl ignored the tiny voice
The voice then gave the girl a choice

Within darkness a whisper said

“I want to show you all the things that you dread,
or you bleed all that’s red”


The girl ran into the night
There was no distance to escape this fright
She pushed her legs with all her might
All she escaped was the light

What the whisper said was no lie

“You will surely die, under this night’s sky"

The girl had heard all the voice had said
Stood high upon on a bridge
She knew she was surely dead
To escape the voice in her head
She jumped…
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And she CRACKED like an egg


A young man passes the sorry mess
He spies upon the blood on the poor girls dress

On the darkest hour of the blackest night

The young man heard a whisper just out of sight

*“Let’s take a walk, out of this light”
Kancer Mar 2013
I am sorry, please forgive me
You are my precious weeping willow tree*

I did not mean the words I spoke
If I hear them again,
I would choke



Let me mend your tender bark
If only words could fix a broken heart
Let this be the start
Because without you

I’m
                                
falling*
          ­                                                     apart

Oh how I miss my precious weeping willow*
Her love soft and sweet like a giant pillow

Please oh please come back to me
My beautiful weeping willow tree
Kancer Mar 2013
I am all alone along the island shore
In a hut I built from the ground floor
Night time is silent here, that’s for sure
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But on this night...
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Someone’s knocking at my door...
Kancer Mar 2013
Ten little piggies play in the sun
One of them decided to run
A shot rang out, from the gun
There were nine little piggies
One was done

Nine little piggies stand in a line
One of them began to pine
A shot rang out, killed the swine
There were eight little piggies
Nine was mine

Eight little piggies began to wait
Which one of them was the bait
A shot rang out, one was late
There were seven little piggies
Sealed a fate

Seven little piggies began to whittle
One of them was too brittle
A shot rang out, killed a little
There were six little piggies
Four in heaven

Six little piggies in a tight fix
One of them in the sticks
A shot rang out, many clicks
There were five little piggies
Still alive

Now five little piggies still survive
One of them will soon dive
A shot rang out, no revive
There were four little piggies
On the floor

And four little piggies bathed in gore
One of them called for war
A shot rang out, his spine was tore
There were three little piggies
Obey the law

See three little piggies by the tree
One of them began to plea
A shot rang out, the others flee
There were two little piggies
Hiding from me

Two little piggies soon turn blue
One of them knew kung fu
A shot rang out, he was goo
There was one little piggy
He was done

One little piggie had his fun
That little piggy polished his gun
Now he’s off, on the run
There was one little piggy
With the **gun
Kancer Mar 2013
It is more fun at times to go full speed
Can we say we have been to those places

The ones we pass as we go so very fast
It is at times better to take things slow

One can look around and see where to go
A wild journey with no destination  

One thing is clear look around before you steer
Traveling straight ahead is straight and dead

Don’t miss out on what’s living around us
And let us not die before we have **been
Kancer Mar 2013
Let me wonder about the day
Fly to the meadow like a bee
Play among the woods and decay

Now these trees belong to me
Obey no one no favor pay
It is me you will never see

Portray my true face is my essay
I will sneak upon you sweet pea
Say not the words that speak of they

This place is mine here I am free
Display no tears by the way
Cry not the sounds of what would be

Today is the day to betray
I must hurt you out of duty
*Away to the night in Hell’s cafe
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