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Nov 2011
“****” she said
“that kid can shred”
I agree with her
And she sits back down
She slides her back
Back down the wall
And I follow her
And we both sit
And listen to this kid
As he ******* shreds
And we laugh
And we are blown
Away
And we are alien to
The crowd
But we move our
Heads anyway
We match the sway
Of the kid’s powerchords
And we are next to one
Another on
The needstobevacuumed
Carpet
In an olneyville
Apartment
And he
Is really really
Shredding
And I’m really
Weakly betting
That I’ll be getting
What she is betting
Really really
Gambling

On

It’s getting to me
I’m really getting
To me.

A gamble is fine
If you let me
Set me up
For you to knock down,
So knock it down.

(By the way,
Your boy’s
A clown)

But it’s ok,
Cuz there’s no
Frown upon
My face
As I sit with
You, back
To wall
In this *******
Place,
Listening to
This kid shred
All over the
******* place.
Luh yah babe.
Keep the pace.
Mike Bergeron
Written by
Mike Bergeron  DC
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