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Late night with Death(Oh come on, its funny!)
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Late night with Death(Oh come on, its funny!) |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
So, here we are, Two figures of similar dress He being slightly taller And with graceful manners Telling me about his pain. Christ, I hate when he drinks. The night air should have chilled But the company was colder Not, mind you, do to anything He could have done, no Its just his nature. No, I don't pity him. He looks me in the eyes Stares at me a moment, saying Things that are nonesense to me Yet make a certain amount of truth. The order of this world. The life we lead when compared to ants. Again, he attempts focus Smiles feebly, I know whats next. Yes, I'll help you once again, I seem to be made for this job Though not proud, and at that We're off for our nightly collection Of souls having left hearts, Just me, and drunk Death. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Smiles feebly, I know whats next. Yes, I'll help you once again, I seem to be made for this job Though not proud, and at that We're off for our nightly collection Of souls having left hearts, Just me, and drunk Death. ------------------ not funny, bittersweet and maybe ironic... but i do get your meaning here... and like the "cryptic twist" of this... well written and conceived take care jm I think I could need - this in my life If you're gone - baby you need to come home there's a little bit of something me In everything in you MB20 |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Neat slant on things, Michael - I like it for its approach and story - good job |
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