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- Respect -
Contributed by
143
on
Monday, 17th May 2010 @ 08:08:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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My patients burn
People start a' fire
My nerves they turn
Like twisted wire
My eyes they twitch
From the caffeine they eat
My feet are sore
On the concrete they beat
My temper has risen
To some its a scare
But I dont take any pills
I just yearn it and bare
Respect is what I want
My fingers as they bleed
I bust my knuckles
To build your every need
I know youve seen my past
And the stains with-in my plans
So I thank you for your love
And the Band-Aid on my hands
You have stopped my bleeding
And shut my suffering down
Now I respect you to
Its funny how it twisted round
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