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Flopping on the Deck

Walking in through the door, of any defined place

Everyone turns their heads, must check out the face

Smiles all around, always friendly to a meal

Not knowing if where, you're standing is real

 

Just a random traveler, sort of passing through

Or a foreign regular, need a home from the blues

Have a seat, have a beer, the first one's on the house

We want to ask some questions, find out what you're about

 

Where are you from, what is it for money that you do

Have any friends, what reason is calling after you

We'll figure it out, fit in our own pieces

Cut and trim as needed, been our way for ages

 

Welcome to stick around, but we'll have to dig in deeper

Become part of the tribe, with its' own pecking order

As you're so new, you're the lowest of the low

What price you'll pay, will never be known

 

Because no matter what you do, you'll never be like us

You're too young, smart or dumb, or just too much trust

Sure have been around a bit, but that just brings envy

Reasons to stay away from it, look out for a slashing

 

Not booted out, but taught to learn ones position

From teachers able to learn nothing, from any transition

That is something I learned, whenever exposing ones neck

From so long ago, flopping over on the deck

 

Kick me, throw me, hit me, stone me

Taking it isn't easy but I understand your reason

Spikes in the wheel of never ending turning

Rocks to dust under the weight of learning

 

From too many demands never knowing why

The rules of creation were given two sides

Takers and givers masked to repair

But what does it matter if nobody cares

 

Do whatever it is you do, but understand I'm not through

If you want to help, lend a hand, and let's start anew

But I already know your answer, not sure why I even try

Feeling is hurting, fighting to fly

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