(this sounds a little emo, not intentional, but what the hell)
Now move on little men
Move on from the show
You cast your shadows on the stage
and the star can't see through the light
Grin now little men
Lick your lollipops
Drink your sores
you prancing dancing men
on the stage half naked
disease and everything else coarse and in your loins
Now move on little men
The shows about to being
The ladies wanted reality
Now show them what they already know
your bitterness like sap clinging to a dying tree
A Tasty treat for zombified specimens
Now move on little men
turn off the tv
Welcome back to life my friends
this will only hurt a moment.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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