Sunday, June 4, 2017

9597. OKAY THEN

OKAY THEN
Apples grow on trees, and I'm the
guy born with the noose already around
his neck. Oranges you have to squeeze.
And I'm so tired of this dreck.
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If I could say so, there'd be nothing left
to do : kite in the sky, park the truck next
the that wreck, get out and walk away.
Starbucks baby, here I come. Find me
the crowd, I've got the gun. 
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Mass terror waits for no man. They plow
them down with no respect, and I stay here
to watch. You know someday they're coming
home. Here, for life and limb. We've got all 
else confused, might as well be this too.
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Apples grow on trees, and I'm the
guy born with the noose already around
his neck. Oranges you have to squeeze.
And I'm so tired of this dreck.

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