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2/12/10 1:50AM

Translating life threw an empty wine bottle

Putting it all into words that collide and fall out

And spill all over the page

 

Ground-out cigarette buts and a newly lite one

The 'click click' of the type writer

It's sounding more like a loaded gun

Only one more 'Bing' until the triggers set off

 

Because I can't keep up this craft much longer

A useless pilot, slept threw class

But passed with honors

I'll be crashing now, ditching out

I suggest you all follow

 

I hear them yell 'no!'

I know this waters cold

Can't find the plug

To break this frigged flow

 

Better off tomorrow when the sun shines

To dive down deep and gather dimes

Slip them in the slot to give us more time

Until the clock runs out

The curtains draw across of my eyes

 

Shut, you're drowning out the violence

From the stick up kids, who used to play the violins

Traded in for prescriptions, please

Make me normal Saint MD

 

Or at least give me something I could use

To make a little cash on those streets

The ones I kick it on at night

But I think I hit it to hard

I think I blew out the light

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Feb 12, 2010
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