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Liana Nov 2
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My thumb is bleeding
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Theres still a bump
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It hurts
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I need a band-aid
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I don't have one
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I have another thumb
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I need to go to sleep
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I lay down
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dermatillomania *****
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"
by Average White Band

Life's a jungle I have found
Torn to pieces all around
There are foxes - there are hounds
Zoos where wild things abound
Just listen to the funky sound
Now we're going underground....

Underground where rabbits go
Down tunnels in a faster slow
It's all over, don't you know
Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***
You're down with it, on the low
Like you're Edgar Allan Poe
Feast or famine - friend or foe
It must go on... The Truman Show...



Jigsaw pieces - play the game
It is just a crying shame
Dance for dancing - Fame for fame
Break a leg and you are lame
No one'll ever know your name...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES



You're a tiger, nothin' nice
You've been bought, you had a price
Yeah, you tore off quite a slice
Well, some are men and some are mice
Some eat meat and some eat rice
Some are fire - some are ice
Some are ticks and some are lice
Let me give you some advice...

Just so you are never boring
While you're out there pimping, *******
While you're the one they are adoring
Just watch out for polished flooring
Don't break loose from your fast mooring
Into the pit you will be soaring
After that there's no restoring
Listen to the lion roaring...


Chorus


Here we are in the U.S.
We are pampered we are blessed
Sometime soon there'll be a test
We'll ride the Bronco way out West
The Magnificent Seven rides abreast
There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?
With a tin badge on His vest
He does not play - He does not jest
I'm afraid, I will attest!

It won't be fun, just wait and see
It will be "pain" *with a capitol P!

On this bus, don't ride for free
This is not a game of Wii
There's a port and there's a lea
There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree
There's an us, and there's a we

There's a YOU, and there's a ME...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES



SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/14/2016



https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8
"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version
Average White Band
I heard this song today and had to slam to it! This is a shortened version of the poem.
I'm going to do it at Open Mic next week.

The reference to Shrub (George W Bush)
should be explained. My family always calls George Bush shrub... LOL! :-)
hard-
cold-
angry-
bi polar
has been
my
personality
for
years
now.

pick...
pick

pick...
pic­k.
­
it only
takes
one
memory
and,

i
arrive
OUTSIDE
myself
once
again,

always
knowing
how.

pick...
pick

pick....
pick,

ever­­yday
i
pick at
my
scabs
my
wounds
my
past.

i wait
for
loose
gravel
under
my feet
to
scuttle
at
long
last.

one
time
in life,

i
was a
child
that
saw
life
as an
everyday
playground.

now?

i
pick....
pick

pick....
pick.

i
wait
to discard
this
defeated
frown.

i
wait
for
my
life
to drown.

i
wait
for
them to
come
leave
tears
upon my
cemetary
mound.

i...

i wait
for
death-

and
my
childhood
to
once
again
be
found.

i...

i wait
for
MY
death-

to
no
longer
make
a sound.
hard-
cold-
angry-
bi polar
has been
my
personality
for
years
now.

pick...
pick

pick...
pic­k.
­
it only
takes
one
memory
and,

i
arrive
OUTSIDE
myself
once
again,

always
knowing
how.

pick...
pick

pick....
pick,

ever­­yday
i
pick at
my
scabs
my
wounds
my
past.

i wait
for
loose
gravel
under
my feet
to
scuttle
at
long
last.

one
time
in life,

i
was a
child
that
saw
life
as an
everyday
playground.

now?

i
pick....
pick

pick....
pick.

i
wait
to discard
this
defeated
frown.

i
wait
for
my
life
to drown.

i
wait
for
them to
come
leave
tears
upon my
cemetary
mound.

i...

i wait
for
death-

and
my
childhood
to
once
again
be
found.

i...

i wait
for
MY
death-

to
no
longer
make
a sound.



written by me.. ..
Imogen Moore  May 2014
I pick you
Imogen Moore May 2014
To the red hot fires who die every night as they put delights to bed
And cradle a crisp old secret
That reminds them of home

I pick you tonight
You unloved creature of passionless nights
I pick you for adventures meant for the prettier ones
The less afraid
I pick you for the happy ending
And while the other triers are pretending
I pick your plain spotty humourless expression
I pick your fear
I pick your kisses
I pick your stuttering goodbyes
And your stumbling hellos

I pick your crumpled up heart that you put in a bottle
And wistfully sent off to sea


I pick the shade were we can lie
As we promise to never tell another

— The End —