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Reliving last night because living today hurts too much Tidying the remnants of what was Utter ecstasy and pure bliss Time spent with brilliant people Vigorous dancing using every muscle to the max The dream of a hedonistic socialite was lived And every moment felt like it counted Today it’s as if we were gifted But now have all the wrapping to tidy up No amount of Detol could put it right Nag Champa only masks the pollution And Happy Hippy can only wash away the accessories The engravings of disgrace remain felt We need a deep clean But exhausted our energies on the mess We’re stewing in our own filth wishing for some pro-activity It’s like picking up grains of sand with a pair of tweezers But the sand is glitter, feathers and ash And the sea is beer, cocktail and jelly Reliving the memories takes the edge off Because the pain of today is justified Words can’t speak the pleasure experienced And the pleasure is relived as we reminisce This day of suffering will end But will retain the happiest of joyful memories Unforgettable and never to be cleaned away
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Deep Clean
Reliving last night because living today hurts too much Tidying the remnants of what was Utter ecstasy and pure bliss Time spent with brilliant people Vigorous dancing using every muscle to the max The dream of a hedonistic socialite was lived And every moment felt like it counted Today it’s as if we were gifted But now have all the wrapping to tidy up No amount of Detol could put it right Nag Champa only masks the pollution And Happy Hippy can only wash away the accessories The engravings of disgrace remain felt We need a deep clean But exhausted our energies on the mess We’re stewing in our own filth wishing for some pro-activity It’s like picking up grains of sand with a pair of tweezers But the sand is glitter, feathers and ash And the sea is beer, cocktail and jelly Reliving the memories takes the edge off Because the pain of today is justified Words can’t speak the pleasure experienced And the pleasure is relived as we reminisce This day of suffering will end But will retain the happiest of joyful memories Unforgettable and never to be cleaned away
Sunday 25th October 2012
macstoire
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
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