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WAITING- Death to a man who spits with rage- Hand of a demon words on a page- Killer and profit all mixed into one- Profit and poet hung up and high strung- Pictures of paradise lie to my eyes- Truth be told the lie was in her thighs- Flirting with temptation-before sin sets in- Pray to the Lord-Devil has a grin- Alone in the desert-with rattle snakes at my feet- Kicking up dust-to the same old beat- Answer the door-hoping opportunity’s there- Chase for the cheddar time to beware- The hunt has been on since the dawn of all time- Beating and beating till I beat out a rhyme- Put my feet on the pavement-Walk with some pride- Put my hand on my piece the pen is the prize- Alone in the cold shaking and praying- I’m knocking on opportunity’s door-Fuck all the waiting- Richard A. Itskovich
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Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 5:21 PM UTC
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WAITING- Death to a man who spits with rage- Hand of a demon words on a page- Killer and profit all mixed into one- Profit and poet hung up and high strung- Pictures of paradise lie to my eyes- Truth be told the lie was in her thighs- Flirting with temptation-before sin sets in- Pray to the Lord-Devil has a grin- Alone in the desert-with rattle snakes at my feet- Kicking up dust-to the same old beat- Answer the door-hoping opportunity’s there- Chase for the cheddar time to beware- The hunt has been on since the dawn of all time- Beating and beating till I beat out a rhyme- Put my feet on the pavement-Walk with some pride- Put my hand on my piece the pen is the prize- Alone in the cold shaking and praying- I’m knocking on opportunity’s door-Fuck all the waiting- Richard A. Itskovich
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richard-itskovich
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Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 5:21 PM UTC
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