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We sip green beer bottles under lime lights With her ginseng tongue talking calming evergreen And her eye’s are envious and big like granny smith apples And now we’re downing absinthe on the other side Laughing, getting drunk, and eating green grapes Her skin is smooth and cool jade But fragile A cut under a blade of grass But it’s emerald, and it’s all the riches we need Because while everyone was playing life like a game with rules. We were breaking fences and creating unfair stipulations for others. No one is passing the finish line if I keep moving it up. It’s not me raining on a parade I’m closing down every street. But still… We have the pill poppers and the drop outs The can do’s take up all the good face time so they say But all I see is a weak person Socially awkward isn’t an excuse So if we’re all Wild animals Then we Eat our young And if you’re into that Then we’re talking business But until then Write your eulogies on crumpled up bath room paper I get the bland fairy tale story, rock band, slam poetry, baked cookies, digital photographs. And it’s force fed down my mouth Like a baby **** it all I want things to better And I expect so much more… If our lives are just a waiting room for something better We’re stranded So I’m leaving behind the white walls And the cool Linoleum Floor So I may be wildly foolish But a slight chance at splendor Is better than misery as a sure things I'm moving up the hill to see the other side -Kevin T
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
Greener On the Otherside
We sip green beer bottles under lime lights With her ginseng tongue talking calming evergreen And her eye’s are envious and big like granny smith apples And now we’re downing absinthe on the other side Laughing, getting drunk, and eating green grapes Her skin is smooth and cool jade But fragile A cut under a blade of grass But it’s emerald, and it’s all the riches we need Because while everyone was playing life like a game with rules. We were breaking fences and creating unfair stipulations for others. No one is passing the finish line if I keep moving it up. It’s not me raining on a parade I’m closing down every street. But still… We have the pill poppers and the drop outs The can do’s take up all the good face time so they say But all I see is a weak person Socially awkward isn’t an excuse So if we’re all Wild animals Then we Eat our young And if you’re into that Then we’re talking business But until then Write your eulogies on crumpled up bath room paper I get the bland fairy tale story, rock band, slam poetry, baked cookies, digital photographs. And it’s force fed down my mouth Like a baby **** it all I want things to better And I expect so much more… If our lives are just a waiting room for something better We’re stranded So I’m leaving behind the white walls And the cool Linoleum Floor So I may be wildly foolish But a slight chance at splendor Is better than misery as a sure things I'm moving up the hill to see the other side -Kevin T
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kevin-theal
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
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