He watched the train,
And as it passed,
His voice did strain,
An anguished rasp,
Don’t **** up,
Don’t take too long,
Learn this lick,
Sing this song,
Always demanding,
He can’t focus,
Always reprimanding,
Always for us,
Never for him.
For him to be,
Locked in lovestruck eternity,
You think itd be easy,
Voice of an angel,
Eyes like the sea,
But really he’s mangled,
Mange and rabid,
Like always calling someone else captain,
Always listening always sitting,
Do this, do that it’s never ending,
What if he just wants to **** for once,
Make it up as he goes and find that one,
But no, no that cannot be he’s got a plan, he’s got a scheme.
Find that one, be with her, have a blast, go to Ireland, settle down, have a kid, show this ****** up world what it means to be in love.
That’s his scheme, to prove disaster wrong, make divorce a myth and sing a duet song.
But first he must toil,
Sweat and bleed,
Like he’s lost and cannot breathe,
Cause in this world you have a choice,
Be like them, or have a voice.
It’s not always easy,
Scratch that it’s never ******* easy,
But in the end it’s down to you.
Yes this turned from poem I rant,
But I really won’t listen I just.. Can’t,
Because I’m tired of having to make a choice, to hurt someone for someone else and to choose between happiness one or happiness two. Cause maybe they’d both end fantastic, maybe they’d both be catastrophic, but in the end I don’t ******* know,
But hey I hope you enjoy the show.
