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by galtman

Words on a page Put me in a daze Put me in a trance It's a solemn sort of dance Aye my life is a solemn sort of moment My night is of a solemn sort A solemn sort? A sort that is solemn What does solemn mean? Can you give an example Sure! the child was solemn Before he got trampled Oh God no! One less horrific But a solemn child is horrifying Now isn’t that terrific? No, it’s not at all! Who are you to say what’s not? After all, what have you been taught? I’ll tell you what-absolutely naught! I’ve been taught! Yes taught by me You are just a piece Of machinery A clog in my pain Clogging up my brain Making me inebriate I’m drunk on my thoughts And I can’t see straight I can help you! No you can’t! I know where your help leads to! Me drowning in the deep blue Either of my tears or the ocean Drowned until I cannot make a motion Who needs alcohol when you are me? And you are me, you piece of machinery
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Aug 7, 2020
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