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 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
a therapy circle
of disturbed mimes
sit around and talk about
their silent lives

does this really come
as a surprise
a few hold up signs
that say i am crying

they all meet together
every other thursday night
stepping out of their boxes
hanging it all out to dry

they always feel better
about their lives
as they go back home
to their husbands and wives

after every session
they pull out umbrellas and fly
waving goodbye
this therapy circle
of disturbed mimes
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
The End?
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
Am I the only one
In this life that sees
The dragging off of  innocence
In today's society

I feel the game is crooked
Marked cards are being dealt
You're more than welcome to your opinion
Please just keep it to yourself

If you're into higher learning
Shouldn't you dig deep for the truth
Instead of what you're told in this zoo
Of monkey see monkey do

Used to be one side was right
And the other side was wrong
Talked about in debate
Now we spout what we don't know

From what the T.V. told us
Or teachers taught in school
When all we really need to know
Is in the golden rule

Now we shout out first
Ask questions later on the side
With no time to rehearse
In this land of do or die

Am I the only one that sees
Am I the only one that knows
We're inches from the ending
Minutes from the curtain close
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
~Rules~
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
The first rule is, there are no rules
How else can you have any fun

The second rule is feel free to break them
If any new rules come along

The third is much like the second and first
All in its structure and making

Go out and have a boat load of fun
Just make sure to add some misbehaving
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
How Long
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
If you ask how long I will stay

I will ask how long till the end of days
Till love gives out on all it's made
I'll keep holding on into the late

If you ask how long till there's nothing left

I will ask how long till my dying breath
Till every dot, dash, and words been said
I'll keep giving you all I have

If you ask how long I'll keep holding on

I will ask how long has this love grown
Till time stands still on the grey and old
I'll keep away the chill from the marrow bone

I will stay until there's nothing left
Holding on until my last dying breath
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