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That was then, this is now Who was where when what was how? Hear them take their last breath as they're shot down I scream Floating in the gene pool, expecting the man who can walk on water to arrive Sell outs and everyone who has had a bad week even though it's only Monday Whippersnappers hang their heads in shame I am one of twelve So expendable We live in gluttony Lineleaders, math teachers, bottom-feeders have no idea Watch them fall and be forced to crawl on their bellies We laugh Lewandowsky-Lutz dysplasia, getting back to your roots Progeric clock-makers, lying dead on The Yellow Brick Road Thin-skinned Transsexuals putting bricks in their purses We live by eight We die from our weight And go unbloomed        -Tommy Johnson Standing in a nuclear reactor somewhere in Chernobyl looking for the truth It might be in my contaminated endoplasmic reticulum I am a radiant Doppler radar Monopoly dollar Singing in the shower, amateur hour Projecting sour notes Pouring out their hearts and souls, hear them Trying Moo-juice nectar, spilling off The Round Table Blondes in red bracelets, Kabbalah saves them Henry pays no tax, John Berryman's bats tell us You are the lunatic We are the two quarters of a half-wit This whole thing is insane -Tommy Johnson
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
A Horse Of A Different Color
That was then, this is now Who was where when what was how? Hear them take their last breath as they're shot down I scream Floating in the gene pool, expecting the man who can walk on water to arrive Sell outs and everyone who has had a bad week even though it's only Monday Whippersnappers hang their heads in shame I am one of twelve So expendable We live in gluttony Lineleaders, math teachers, bottom-feeders have no idea Watch them fall and be forced to crawl on their bellies We laugh Lewandowsky-Lutz dysplasia, getting back to your roots Progeric clock-makers, lying dead on The Yellow Brick Road Thin-skinned Transsexuals putting bricks in their purses We live by eight We die from our weight And go unbloomed        -Tommy Johnson Standing in a nuclear reactor somewhere in Chernobyl looking for the truth It might be in my contaminated endoplasmic reticulum I am a radiant Doppler radar Monopoly dollar Singing in the shower, amateur hour Projecting sour notes Pouring out their hearts and souls, hear them Trying Moo-juice nectar, spilling off The Round Table Blondes in red bracelets, Kabbalah saves them Henry pays no tax, John Berryman's bats tell us You are the lunatic We are the two quarters of a half-wit This whole thing is insane -Tommy Johnson
#dreams#abstract#nightmares#freeverse#chernobyl#nightterrors
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
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