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Lucas Grant Dec 7
Million Dollar Bottles of liquor flood my room
Drowning on misery all because of you
Flooding my bedroom with taxes of beliefs and opinions of me insinuating my actions were an attempt of treason and how I'm guilty
Really...guilty?
While im laying in satin
Silk sheets in my fists as I sink away to the depths of despair consumed by my riches playing with knifes as I'm overlooked by the headmistress
It's a wonder I fell so far from the temple I felt worshipped till my saintly statues took a swing at the steeple
A marvel regarding instability causing a loss of so many people
And there goes the preacher leaving even richer then when he came before
Penthouse 100th storiee up ruby's scattered all over the kitchen floor where they eat the meal of my body or st least the final supper of my remains
Disembodied unappreciated broke down with all the pain in a bathtub of glamour
Articulated fashion a sentiment of loss and ulugy of passion
Misplaced in hotels built upon great dynastys mimicking the ones I couldn't sustain
The hours afterwards I felt angry and misunderstood so I filed a complaint
A complaint of my frustration in my black dagger collar mourning the aftermath of stolen power, privileges removed as I sink to the depths and think of you
Unable to recover so I choke on salt water
Bitter in the way it comes across
Let me know
Kayla Dec 2019
You weren't mine
You never were
So why did it hurt so much to see you with her?
Samm Marie Aug 2016
Easy targets make for great alibis
Because the fear stricken in their hearts
Will make them say any lies
Easy targets make for great playthings
You can't help but to manipulate their minds
Tugging on their marionette strings
Easy targets make for great alibis
Because they choke when they try
To utilize their own voice
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
1
Dirtbag Republicans

Mud slings podiums
On national stage what disgrace
They all stoop so low


2
Scary Buffoons

Republican Song
Bigots and cowards d'baiting
Sing: 'send in the clowns'


3
Conservative Budget Logic

Food stamp program bad
Trillion dollar wars so good
No child left a dime


4
CON-servative Wackos

All crazy on stage
None flew over cuckoo's nest
Wait till one holds office
Mr B Aug 2015
How did I get here from where I was before,
A little weekend dabble and never wanted more,
I cannot become addicted, too good for that I'm sure,
But looking back I underestimated the power and the lure,
Half a packet here and there become 1 or 2 a week,
The lure of the white powder, I start becoming weak,
Sneaky packets in the day, trying to conceal,
Then when caught, convincing people that it's no big deal,
Lying to your loved ones, lying all day long,
Hiding from everyone and singing the paranoia song,
Once I pop I cannot stop till all the powder goes,
Doesn't seem to matter that I can't smell through my nose,
Nobody understands me or what I'm going through,
To them they think it's just a joke and don't believe it's true,
But I can confirm I'm an addict and I want you all to know,
And help me get away from this evil pure white snow,
I want to stop, I want it gone, I want it out my life,
I want to be a decent Dad and have a loving wife,
******* has been so evil and sneaky in its way,
Never think that you are too good to be lead astray,
Addiction is for junkies and skanks I used to spout,
Now I realise I didn't know what I was talking about,
I've nearly lost all I love and never felt so low,
I really need you to go *******, you really have to go.
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
It's sad but true.
And they ask me do I miss you?
And I reply how can you miss someone you're not even sure you knew?

                                  It's sad but true.

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