the early bird gets the worm, but what about the hundred other birds that are just as early, what happened to their chance to recover, surely, they deserve some pride, a bit of face and a dash of self respect, who chooses who gets famous for their skills on the decks, while someone just as good sits back and they can't catch wreck? i don't understand, what people do when they are living without a plan, and hardly any love from uncle sam, or any guidance from brothermans, so what makes a bird get out of bed in the morning mourning, aching, gotta drag yourself through the day thats forming, your breaking, and who the **** is fixed anyway.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 6:02 PM UTC
the early bird gets the worm, but what about the hundred other birds that are just as early, what happened to their chance to recover, surely, they deserve some pride, a bit of face and a dash of self respect, who chooses who gets famous for their skills on the decks, while someone just as good sits back and they can't catch wreck? i don't understand, what people do when they are living without a plan, and hardly any love from uncle sam, or any guidance from brothermans, so what makes a bird get out of bed in the morning mourning, aching, gotta drag yourself through the day thats forming, your breaking, and who the **** is fixed anyway.
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