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Aug 2013
But I cry at the sign of fear!
I cry at the sign of my father getting ready to yell,
To look surprised and say little,
I am surprised with the embrace of him,
I am a boy, wallowing in my nightmares and underwear, looking at him.
And then we got a cat,
With a chimney,
Roasting hot dogs,
And a bird flew in
And made us feel guilty,
My father let him out to freedom,
Couldn't do the same for me.
Exhaled him
With a blanket,
I wish he'd tuck me in
Even then
Even now
For Christmas
So momentarily
When his wedding was so beautiful
And crushed me for years to come
I long
And I'm short
And there's a sadness
Wanting to sit with me
On this couch
I surely hope we can hope
That we have this god given right
But hell, who am I
And do I belong there
I belong where, you say?
Jesus Christ, you are to my dismay.
So don't save me, I'd fit in better in hell
Oh God, look at me, feel how I smell,
I'm already wrapped up in my shell
Because I know what will happen,
One of my brothers will have a fit,
Pack up,
And move out
Down the line
Once again
This time I'm in front
Written by
Samuel Sprague  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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