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I always carry in my pocket a string. And tied to that string there is a watch, I like to dangle it above the Funny little creature named sorrow. Around my neck I keep a chain, with little picture of family on it. And I use it to mess with that little gremlin called hate. I carry also just a small picture, of some lady I'll never know. I fold it into an airplane and let that wily lust chase it. I carry a harmonica in my jacket, even though I am not skilled. And use it to SCREECH at that savage beast known as my aspirations. Pinned to my shirt, I carry a pin from HRC. And poke that slithering thing called honesty. Taped to my boot, I carry a miniature tombstone. And let the amphibian called friendship chew on it. And In another pocket, I have a flashlight. And I always shine it right in the eyes of that squirming thing called fear. I also to carry a Quran, And use it quite consistently, to silence love, and teach true hate. Finally in my back pocket, I have a the communist manifesto, And I beat Trust and freedom to near death.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
I Like to Tease the Rabid Animals Called Emotions
I always carry in my pocket a string. And tied to that string there is a watch, I like to dangle it above the Funny little creature named sorrow. Around my neck I keep a chain, with little picture of family on it. And I use it to mess with that little gremlin called hate. I carry also just a small picture, of some lady I'll never know. I fold it into an airplane and let that wily lust chase it. I carry a harmonica in my jacket, even though I am not skilled. And use it to SCREECH at that savage beast known as my aspirations. Pinned to my shirt, I carry a pin from HRC. And poke that slithering thing called honesty. Taped to my boot, I carry a miniature tombstone. And let the amphibian called friendship chew on it. And In another pocket, I have a flashlight. And I always shine it right in the eyes of that squirming thing called fear. I also to carry a Quran, And use it quite consistently, to silence love, and teach true hate. Finally in my back pocket, I have a the communist manifesto, And I beat Trust and freedom to near death.
Scottie
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
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