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The Sting
Aha,
May I remind you of the song you sang
The day we first met?
Oh …
You forgot
What blatant exhibition of guts
Hope you fought those guts.
Uhmmm
Remember those stammers
Like unrhymed pounding of a thousand hammers?
Wait,
What prompted
Those bloated promises
Infected with osteoporosis?
Now you fight nemesis
Returning from Exodus back to Genesis
While still standing in my premises.
I still remember
That beautiful fall,
When I gave you my all
Making you look really tall
Then
Confident you’d never fall
You began to walk in the wrong hall.
Now you’d better pray
And beg for that warming ray
For its going to get really cold
You know you can’t take it when you are old
Don’t say you weren’t told.
By the way
Why do you now so heavily pant?
Aren’t you still wearing the pants?
Or have they started crawling up — I mean the ants?
Wait, wait till you hear their deafening chant.
Don’t dare so early to faint
I’d hurry get the paint
We’d re-spray the tent
You’d repay your tenth
Hopefully we’d regain our client
You’d re-sing that song
You’d re-make that promise
Then we’d re———
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Why
Why must I?
Why must I pay the price
For all the lies,
That are hidden in cursed files
And shrouded by pregnant flies.
Now you force me to walk on these slippery tiles,
Beg me to dance on straight lines
While warning me to stay away from wild fires
That threaten to severe all of my valuable ties
ruff!
ruff! ruff!
ruff!
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Packed up
So
I packed up my bag
And wrapped up my world….what was left of it.
Jumped over the wall
And Landed in the middle of a war,
A bitter war.
And there!
A gun in the hand of a priest,
His left foot on the bible,
And his breath foul from the stench of death.
So i packed up my world
And wrapped up my war,
Crawled under the fence
And emerged in the middle of the ocean,
Deep blue ocean!
And there!
Tons of drowning fishes begging to be rescued,
Swimming dogs hurrying to shore,
And fishing nets full of decaying men.
So I packed up my packing,
Wrapped up my wrangling,
And headed to shore.
And there!
There, laid in wait
My old bag,
My old world,
my old war.
Sitting side by side
waiting for me.
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This Curse
This curse,
The cause of which I am deluded
Has it roots in the fine printed clauses of life’s manual,
Bent on running its full course
Burying its Jagged claws
In the flesh of those cursed.
Lost,
I paused
And prayed for a recourse,
Engrossed in my search
While enclosed in the walls of my self imposed prison
Never wanting to be exposed,
I posed to hide my tears,
Determined to sit on my fears,
Plugging my ears
While waiting for the promised pair.
But still unable to afford my fare,
I cried!
Please spare me,
Spare me…spare me…spare me!
Oh God!