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My 36th year with pants on.
Contributed by
incognito_bombastus
on
Tuesday, 10th February 2009 @ 06:08:55 PM in AEST
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My 36th year with pants on.
I dig my own grave.
I know right from wrong
I've felt how it is to be weak & how strong
Its one short life & all save one
I'll dig my own grave and lie in it long.
Dreaming the zodiac round
With gifts and tinsle
& silly sound,
Movement shall only draw you ever Closer to the ground.
The futures a fine thing
A bower birds diamond ring
The present is a happier place
With brass and coppper on your face.
Keep the diamond
I'll take the brass.
Yours will be heavens kingdom
While I'm kicked out on me arse,
Have it its yours.
A pretty shadow of what is
A victim of whats shallow, whats sallow whats his.
I'll watch it all from the sun on my stool as like a fool
Alcohol drips from my pours and pools.
Ideas you cherrish are not the ones I relish,
Homes and Gnomes and shire sure
Is the selfish doors I'll visit,
Of course all will be locked & passed with eye sharp, sallow and develish.
Its a sweet bubble that future fen
I'll take trouble and its multiple ken.
Viscious cold is the winters night,
Thats when I'll sleep snug in the grave I dug, I keep.
I dig my own grave.
& be he master or slave
The rabble vulgar will mock
Even if the ground I save be rock
I'll dig my own grave and watch you all rot.
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Re: My 36th year with pants on.
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by elle on
Wednesday, 11th February 2009 @ 10:32:59 AM AEST
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Well. . . . . Happy Birthday IB!!!!! This write is abit discouraging if your celebrating another
( 36th? ) year. I think getting older is too cool. Please let me be the first to say your talent
shines through even when portrayed in gloom & doom. I hope I reach the ripish age of a
crusty, old dinosaur granny. . ! Peace & blessing in your coming year! elle |
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Re: My 36th year with pants on.
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by ChiChizZle on
Thursday, 12th February 2009 @ 05:43:36 AM AEST
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I don't get it but...
Cool! |
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