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Mr. Animosity

Contributed by franciswolf on Sunday, 25th June 2006 @ 11:34:19 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



They call it hostility, complacency, erasing me
And I can’t help the feeling I’m out of my mind
Ten hundred little tales consume my agenda
And I’d like to blend a friend if there’s a friend to find
When I put my charm on the floor, open up the door, I don’t know why for
But everyone gives me shot gun looks
And when I see, I want to flee; I know what I’d be
If they put me down in books
I’d be Mr. Animosity
A walking breath of atrocity
An excuse for constant calamity
The picture form of insanity
And no one holds my drink
Well I think, I’m on the brink of finding worms to sink
Out in the pond outside, cause in this party I’m no light
In fact it’s a black out, a silent shout, an audiences pout
If I weren’t so dumb I’d pass off myself as bright
In laugh’s I’m broke, I’m no entertainment to these folk as I crack a joke
Just blank stairs and someone muttering to break that awkward silence
Reliance, this defiance, I think they’d call it science
There’d be a chemical term to define people like us
I’d be Mr. Animosity
A walking breath of atrocity
An excuse for constant calamity
The picture form of insanity
And no one holds my drink
Oh no, no one holds my drink
Won’t you hold my drink?
No one holds my drink




Copyright © franciswolf ... [ 2006-06-25 23:34:19]
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Re: Mr. Animosity (User Rating: 1 )
by a7x36 on Sunday, 25th June 2006 @ 11:49:18 PM AEST
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i love this; the 3 rhyme lines are awesome and they rlly give it a catchy rhythm that is very different than most writings out there




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