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He could of been an auctioneer "YUP".
Instead he works inside eyelids.
My caukerspaniels ears look like **** carpet tube socks.
Im dreaming of women and dogs all over my one pillow matress.
The same ones who ruined couches and charmed the mail man.
He ran off like a dobermen unaware she extened the leash button.
If im lucky the mornings are reliable (they usally are)
The man upstairs our heavy metal enthusiest
Tap dances away the land words aspestoce flake by flake.
Hes proud of his roman garden (its really greek).
Business as usual,
I take a deep breath and loose fifty pounds all over again.
The fountain gets hot and my dollar store shampoo
makes my hair smell like juicy fruit.
The kitchens old.
The antiqicated refridgorator farts like a unrully bachlor.
And the microwave was upenheimers favorite way to nuke a
cold cup of coffee.  I regrett the things I did to save time.
The sizzling eggs cry "you dont know how good you got it".
The toast smashes the yoke.  
A head line reads:
over four hundread civillians killed from drone strikes.
The radio bleats "waking up..... welcome to the new age"
"Welcome to the new age".  
I thought of the boy in the bubble and paul simon.
"These are the days of miracle and wonder"
"These are the days of miracle and wonder".
Outside my double pain window I look for women in jogging shorts.
Its still not warm enouph.  Instead I find an army of children waiting for
Their yellow bus.  A boy drops his lunch and a girl picks it up.

its revolting, my scars are open
can you throw the first stone to smote em'
im the sutre torn apart till the flesh falls off the bone and
don't forget the shady residue that lingers on your teeth
is the secrecy that keeps you secretly like me

. no need for proverbs here
to solve this problem here
im a flow like faucet water
than disappear in smoke and mirrrors
im the product of disease
the problem fostered by my peers
who never had my back
and it bothered me for years
they tried to fix the problem
but it haunted me to tears
i watched my father turn his temper
to a weapon when im near
couple years i started feeling weird
my friend became my fantasy
i startedthinking **** im ******* queer
this isn't really  happening
but instead of facing facts
i feared of what the **** id here
from the ****** hating friends i had
that never seemed to care
so i started fooling with a dog
to make my urges less severe
but the worthlessness emerged
the surface looking perfect,
while  regrett became a constant
it was like walking in a moshpit
watching bodies drop like dog ****
i was doing lots of drugs alone
and nobody here  could stop it
id just go down inside my room
and keep coughing in my coffin
id been lonely all my life what
was another day, no problem
when your haunted


what do you do when you cant breathe
everything seems like a bad dream
the shilouette of memories between the credits and the last scene
turn into photographs you imagine but you  cant see
*** if you ask me, i    just wanted to be happy






life became a story book
and in it i was cautious
not to eat the toxic spores
that made magic mushrooms
feel so awesome
i started selling *** i thought hey cool
i get acknowledged
i had a gf that was freaky
and i was giving non stop ****
she use to be my locket and my
heart would be the lock pick
we did a lot of drugs and ******
but i was fighting with her constant
my jealousy enveloped me compelling me
to drop it
so one day my bro got talking and we ran away to dauphin
ill be honest it wasn't five star it was kinda like the projects
but i just wanted to get my **** inside a **** ******* squa *****
so i musta fathered many children that haven't try to call yet
but **** it next what happened i was at a social dance and
some gangster started scrapping next he asked me something
but i never really answered
so he ran to mike and smashed his jaw like it was ******* soft as plastic
i started into panic *** i wasn't use to scrapping
i went out to the field he disappeared like it was magic
than about this time i realize im going to get my *** kicked
i asked for peace instead im greeted with a right hook landed on my **** chin
i started seeing white like extraterrestrials just landed
i threw my hand so fast he landed on his back after i smacked him
and than it was my time to get my ***** lil *** kicked
i blacked it, time elapsed in a flash of what happened
i tried to stand than ******* ran
before i started collapsing
i took it like a ***** but i wasn't use to that action
i made the trip to the emerge
but felt a mental reaction
in the days that ensued i began cracking my head like a gasket
i wrote a blood stained letter to my friend i thought backstabbed
i began imagining the bad things that happened
my memory was fuzzy like a caterpillars back is
i developed mental illness as fast as you spell dummy backwards
i started hearing this chatter, became mad at their laughter
i was convinced that i had died andwas a new person after
but no matter,
shortly after i was prescribed me some pills
i was now a cog inside the mind of the mentally ill
my dad was distant from me *** i looked ready to ****
but still i was confused, overdue for some answers
instead i found a way to make myself a societal cancer
the noose began to choke in, the hope i had i still mattered
i met a dysfunctional partner, and began falling backwards
we had two kids there after, it compacted the matters
i shattered like glass and returned to my habits
soon me smoking crack was not unusual practice
but im too high to re hash the badshit
so ill let you have this crotch grabbing
impression of Michael Jackson
till i beat it for you ******* billie jean
was an unmatchable actress

She’s the queen of bedight, she
side steps like a knight and tacks
like a bishop at sea.

She can counter a canter, walk
trot an enchanter, with a leg
yield she changes the lead.

She can turn on her haunches
traverse as she launches, a
transition position to please.

A pirouette on the back means
give her some slack while a flying
change will give her some ease.

If she makes a half pass, by
cocking her ***, her hind
quarters a merely a tease.

But before your engagement
make sure the arrangement
has room for a full serpentine.

Because you might just regret
while working up sweat she’ll free
walk, and then bolt, it’s routine.

You could pull on the bit, try a
shoulder fore fit, a renverse
will tell you she’s keen.

If she tries to re-volte, time she
knows your the colt, make contact
and then intervene.

It’s the covering room, she’s the
bride your the groom wear blinkers
then she’ll know what you mean.

When there's no way of knowing,
the true way of going, suppleness
has got to be seen.

Thoroughness pays, in those early
days, because with thoroughbreds,
theres’s no in between.

You’ll have made your first gaffe, if
she does a Piaffe, “ Regrett-e-Rien "
if she’s never again seen.