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Slithering  through life Wearing a botched face lift Head  held down Face shielded by hands You aspired to be a model Now you drive your forklift The uppers get you though You like it but not the fumes A wife beater shows tattoos Colourful  meaningful Filled with the shadings in life Scars on the backs of your hands Thick fingers wrapped around a shot Make it a double, no, two, to wind down You walk to the mirror and look Tears fall lightly, you want something more What tells us we can't, is 'us' Resolve to make your mark Step out of the dark take your stance Push that fear aside and don't look back
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Face lift Fork lift
Slithering  through life Wearing a botched face lift Head  held down Face shielded by hands You aspired to be a model Now you drive your forklift The uppers get you though You like it but not the fumes A wife beater shows tattoos Colourful  meaningful Filled with the shadings in life Scars on the backs of your hands Thick fingers wrapped around a shot Make it a double, no, two, to wind down You walk to the mirror and look Tears fall lightly, you want something more What tells us we can't, is 'us' Resolve to make your mark Step out of the dark take your stance Push that fear aside and don't look back
irving-macpherson
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irving-macpherson
New Scotland
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
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