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Jara Jones Feb 2010
You're peering through your teeth at me
I can feel your hostility
And it makes me want to wait and see
Just what this has got to mean
Because I know just how sharp your tongue can be
But you're so busy glaring don't know if you can speak
And I'll walk by a time or three
Give plenty a-opportunity
To make me wanna slink away and drink
Until you go away or sink
Under my inebriation
And I'm loosing patience
Oh it makes me wanna
Just makes me wanna
Catch a glance out of the corner of my eye
Blurred and slurred, tonight we're not shy
March right up, the stumbling guy
Who says what's what and tells no lie
Thou in the morning he'll puke and cry
Not to recall a single line
Of the enlightenment turned apology
Awkwardly suggesting to the possibly offended
A bridge carelessly burnt, now work to be mended
But no matter the time spent or handy-work used
It will always hold a tired look, abused
If not one thing the another
If not speaking clearly then a stutter
And shaking with little tremmers
Caused by lifes over anxious cues
To speak up a little louder, perhaps with out the *****
But we all know that can't be
So I sit in a corner
In my hostility I stew
Peering through my teeth at you
Sore in the morning

My body aches

Tremmers down my spine feeling like an earth quake

Put my right foot down

My left foot strides

I get out of bed ready to take lives

But nobody's that stupid

Even pigs they keep their step

Wouldn't want me to notice that their looking at my strap

Im not playing games

I don't run with dogs

I smoke herb and drop acid when I'm stressed at y'all

Your chest is pufed

Your nothing but a speed bump

When I'm done here

No one's gonna need you chump

Ive got a place that I'm going

God on my side

I get out of bed ready to take lives

But no one is that stupid

Better keep your step

Even Lucy knows

I'm here to make things better

Best

******* test

But I'm a winner
Hand chosen to be born bussy, seems to the world that I never do anything, from my cell in taraferma I'm as big shot as the best, without the wasted time on self serving crimes against the spirit, I find it's rather easy to keep up with all the low life self acclaimed wannabe demonologists who pretend to rule this world.

If your ever wondering how all this chaos remains in balance the answer is magic, its not good or bad, people are good or bad, if you ever wonder who's winning have a cup of tea, really take a moment to enjoy something you enjoy, if there is no such thing we probobly need your help, to make this world a space for you and those like you.

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