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put tape over my mouth in October~~
~~trust no one
3 yrs gone by, at work and then some dye
my hair, and let it go under the radar
it's best to be, not what you wanna be..
because even the shiniest quarter a dollar
you have to fight to keep a crust of bread
fed to your head, when you know the question
and even the answer, to where you're going to..
is no where, and you have seen 9 days go by
of gentle horror, when my face is reddened
and my teeth have been bleached with stomach acid
and black mold helps put me to sleep and wretch in the morning..
to feel the terror, of not knowing where my car is going..
and everything is new, and strange..and I can't bring myself
to change..laughter is one thing..you almost had me going..
what saved me, was proving the wrong and making the right..
I still think you f%#ked me, when I defended myself..
and gave you the same medicine, you said it was my thing..
so, 9 days ago..you put me through Hell, you have rats eyes
and a cocaine snout, I never should have befriended you
familiarity breeds contempt, or so I've heard Chaucer once wrote..
the word is out, trust not a people or a person..
and learn to keep your mouth shut, It's best to be mediocre
and dumb, and slow and stupid..learn not to give a s$%t..
give only 10%, at least on the outside..and learn to cry in your
pillow, and laugh at the way-of-the-world..see, how they run..
when the Ant Farm is shaken, and the glass breaks..and it's
every man for himself..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
October 29, 2016
copy rights reserved 2016(c)
2238 hours
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3 yrs gone by, at work and then some dye
my hair, and let it go under the radar
it's best to be, not what you wanna be..
because even the shiniest quarter a dollar
you have to fight to keep a crust of bread
fed to your head, when you know the question
and even the answer, to where you're going to..
is no where, and you have seen 9 days go by
of gentle horror, when my face is reddened
and my teeth have been bleached with stomach acid
and black mold helps put me to sleep and wretch in the morning..
to feel the terror, of not knowing where my car is going..
and everything is new, and strange..and I can't bring myself
to change..laughter is one thing..you almost had me going..
what saved me, was proving the wrong and making the right..
I still think you f%#ked me, when I defended myself..
and gave you the same medicine, you said it was my thing..
so, 9 days ago..you put me through Hell, you have rats eyes
and a cocaine snout, I never should have befriended you
familiarity breeds contempt, or so I've heard Chaucer once wrote..
the word is out, trust not a people or a person..
and learn to keep your mouth shut, It's best to be mediocre
and dumb, and slow and stupid..learn not to give a s$%t..
give only 10%, at least on the outside..and learn to cry in your
pillow, and laugh at the way-of-the-world..see, how they run..
when the Ant Farm is shaken, and the glass breaks..and it's
every man for himself..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
October 29, 2016
copy rights reserved 2016(c)
2238 hours
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put tape over my mouth in October~~
put tape over my mouth in October~~
