Rebellion, repost from critical annalysis

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Open Poetry #5

Rebellion, repost from critical annalysis

Miss Abagail Mannering
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since 1999-09-01

Posts 136
byron, il

0 posted 2000-01-25 01:58 PM

I can feel the cool breeze around me.
I can hear the plane in the air.
As the cars go by,
I see debris fly
and I know that they just do not care.

*chorus*
I don't want the world to know me,
'cause I don't think that they'd even see..
that my spirit wasn't always broken
and I'd give anything to be free.
Yes, I'd give anything to be free.
***********

So I sit around watchin' T.V.
'cause I'm not sure just where to begin.
And I'll chug down some rye
in the blink of an eye,
then I'll pour me a glass full of gin.

*chorus*

Now, I don't want your handful of pity, and I don't want your damn outstrecthed hand.
'Cause I know you don't care
and life isn't fair.
And I don't wanna meet your demands.

*chorus*

(this song was written 8/31/99. it was inspired by a friend of mine, for his band. His 2 favorite alcohlic drinks are gin and rye.. see if you can name that tune..i had it stuck in my head when I wrote the song.)

"Some people aren't worth a puddle of ant pee in the middle of a dessert when it's 100 degrees in the shade." -me

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