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I would rather be a good man, Than a scholar, any day. So **** all of the capitalists, With their wages of higher pay. I don't need a massive house, Or a load of fancy **** I only want a simple life, That is non-materialistic. You need to learn, that man can't buy, Some friendship or her love. And memories are all we take, When we depart for home above. While you're out blowing money, I'll just stick to spending time. Taking journeys and adventures, Capturing pictures in my mind. See all I ever want, Is a life of love and joy. And to someday raise a daughter, Who would someday meet a boy. I could only be so lucky, In fact, forever I'd be pleased, If the boy she someday met, Resembled younger me. I know I'm not the greatest, There's no arguing that. But, I'll remain a gentle soul, A true and simple fact. So, call me a lazy slacker, Perhaps I'll never strike it rich. But, I'm always kind and caring, And, I'll never act a ***** You can try to judge me, And tell me how I'm wrong. But, this one here is my life, And I will live it 'til I'm gone. Remember, even young Lloyd, Knew that Gabriel rocks. And he did what he loved, And he loved to kickbox. But see, the music and fighting, Were mere entertainment and sport. Instead, he pursued love, From sweet Diane Court. Now at night I sometimes dream, To be slightly Dobler-esque. Learn to strive for what I want, Then cast aside the rest. 'cause money may try to alter, The way people act and seem, But, no currency will ever affect, The fact that I am me.
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Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
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I would rather be a good man, Than a scholar, any day. So **** all of the capitalists, With their wages of higher pay. I don't need a massive house, Or a load of fancy **** I only want a simple life, That is non-materialistic. You need to learn, that man can't buy, Some friendship or her love. And memories are all we take, When we depart for home above. While you're out blowing money, I'll just stick to spending time. Taking journeys and adventures, Capturing pictures in my mind. See all I ever want, Is a life of love and joy. And to someday raise a daughter, Who would someday meet a boy. I could only be so lucky, In fact, forever I'd be pleased, If the boy she someday met, Resembled younger me. I know I'm not the greatest, There's no arguing that. But, I'll remain a gentle soul, A true and simple fact. So, call me a lazy slacker, Perhaps I'll never strike it rich. But, I'm always kind and caring, And, I'll never act a ***** You can try to judge me, And tell me how I'm wrong. But, this one here is my life, And I will live it 'til I'm gone. Remember, even young Lloyd, Knew that Gabriel rocks. And he did what he loved, And he loved to kickbox. But see, the music and fighting, Were mere entertainment and sport. Instead, he pursued love, From sweet Diane Court. Now at night I sometimes dream, To be slightly Dobler-esque. Learn to strive for what I want, Then cast aside the rest. 'cause money may try to alter, The way people act and seem, But, no currency will ever affect, The fact that I am me.
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i love it so much when you see a looker and walker in the sun and wind looking straight ahead or slightly down with eyes sliding up sometimes to see again for the first time the tops of buildings always entered at the lowest runoff point sliding down sometimes to interrogate turnless stones this eye wandering distracts and more sharply attunes the looker and walker to the smile the smile that is trying to kickbox its way onto the proscenium of the eyes, mouth, and probably the hands and the whole body and to the spark that started all this kickboxing in the first place
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 6:45 AM UTC
So Much When You See