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Contributed by mangos on Saturday, 29th October 2005 @ 03:42:22 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Sit down
Its better you hear this from me
Than from someone else
The original source
Straight from the horse
The mouth that bled the words

Make yourself at home
Tidy up if you must
Look around at the dust
Sneeze your brains out on the rug
The roaches feed off the bugs
And in the oven
Im baking a raspberry pie just for us

So you said you wanted to talk
Whats on your mind
What can I do you for this time
Need a quick loan, a quick fix, some support,
Wanna pick a bone
With those who fought
You back to your home
Don’t get to comfortable
There is no space here to be that alone

How about this
You shut your mouth
And we kiss
Ill make you some promises
I know you would have to resist
And Ill draw you this composite
And sketch for you my plan
Tack it on your bulletin board
A post-it stuck to the back of the frying pan
Each day mark an X to indicate the score
And someday after the next
Ill be coming back for some more

You’ve stopped speaking
Your just sitting and staring
Not really caring
A blank smirk
And now Im comparing
You to before
When you came to the door
Knocking
Begging to come in
Now your seated and waiting
So speak
I’m tired of negotiating
This is getting too frustrating

Fine,
My turn again
Gonna raise my voice
This time
Escalate the volume
Eradicate the vacuum
Enhance my pitch, spin and gain
I might as well say something,
Tryin’ to keep it interesting
Your bored with excitement
Annoyed with the enticement
Subpoenaed to the couch
And now your indicted
Summoned
To testify
Under oath
What a joke
What a riot

___
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Copyright © mangos ... [ 2005-10-29 15:42:22]
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Re: Post It (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 29th October 2005 @ 03:47:07 PM AEST
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Seems very personal, with mixed emotions. It's well written. Good job.


Scorp.


Re: Post It (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 09:28:02 PM AEST
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I love the way this is written. Great job. The meter .. its different and I love that.




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