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If there's one thing I regret in this life It's that I wasted my finely honed gift of telepathy On Internet dice games Free apps, obviously designed To stave off pure boredom And **** precious time Free games, without even a small pay-off Free games, worth every penny Free games, not so much the skill of telepathy Dice games, the luck of the roll Dice games, immune to strategy of any kind Dice games, not so much the skill of telepathy It's times like these I rue the day I came to the realization The wells of telepathy had run dry The deep ocean of telepathy sopped up With the proud assurance that I knew exactly When my opponent would roll or bank I could have been a diplomat, read some leaders' minds Or a well respected advisor, or even a CIA spy I could have made a killing, a fortune teller's wage A gift that kept on giving because people want to know From where they once were coming and where they soon will go Or something half as simple as a failsafe "yes" or "no" I could have done a lot of things But only one thing that I would Kick some *** playing Farkle And yea though I feel some regret And yea though this decision seems drastic Come, all ye faithful, watch me kick your ***** at Farkle
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
a wasted gift
If there's one thing I regret in this life It's that I wasted my finely honed gift of telepathy On Internet dice games Free apps, obviously designed To stave off pure boredom And **** precious time Free games, without even a small pay-off Free games, worth every penny Free games, not so much the skill of telepathy Dice games, the luck of the roll Dice games, immune to strategy of any kind Dice games, not so much the skill of telepathy It's times like these I rue the day I came to the realization The wells of telepathy had run dry The deep ocean of telepathy sopped up With the proud assurance that I knew exactly When my opponent would roll or bank I could have been a diplomat, read some leaders' minds Or a well respected advisor, or even a CIA spy I could have made a killing, a fortune teller's wage A gift that kept on giving because people want to know From where they once were coming and where they soon will go Or something half as simple as a failsafe "yes" or "no" I could have done a lot of things But only one thing that I would Kick some *** playing Farkle And yea though I feel some regret And yea though this decision seems drastic Come, all ye faithful, watch me kick your ***** at Farkle
james-arthur-casey
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
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