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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Deep...Still

Since I am STILL in that kind of mood he is a poem I had to write for my Com. Arts class today.

Day Job

One window is all I need
To cause panic down below
The people they are not aware as helpless as a doe
Soon the country will be mourning
It's coming soon without warning
The President is dead

One window is all I need
To cure my itchy finger
But after I have finished I dare not linger
And soon the deed will be done
Just as soon as I load my gun
The President will be dead

One window is all I need
To end this wretched task
And yet I stand here hiding behind a faceless mask
It's all a sick and twisted show
To bad that I will have to go
The President is dead

One window is all I need
To end it all right now
Because letting him live is something I just can't allow
I guess this is it
A direct hit
Now the President is dead

One window is all I need
Here on Death row
If I'll every get one is something I do not know
There is no need for me to sob
It's just the problem wih my Day Job
At least the President is dead



No I am NOT planning on killing the president That just sorta happened.
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  1. AnonymousMay 18, 2011 at 11:09 PM

    "just sorta happened" I feel you. Writing does that. You're fingers just type/write the immediate scene/thought and then you step back to read and go "...did that come from MY mind?"

    ~Mystery~

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Are you doing what I think you're doing? No? Just scrolling past?

I guess that's cool too.

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Just a quick hello or something, PLEASE????

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