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Sweat No More.
Contributed by
Ehorse
on
Wednesday, 14th July 2004 @ 01:43:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
sarcasticpoetry
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Sweat No More.
On my way home, I know I gotta work it,
The atmosphere is empty and I could never fill it,
On my own, I miss being lonely, and the sense of things
around me, I'm swinging from electric wires,
I should weep but I'm too tired.
Innocence says she has never been kissed
But a stranger’s sweets always taste the best,
Bend your finger back like this,
And put the structure to the test.
Without the roots there can be no tree,
without you I cannot be.
Without the sky there is no sun,
without the bottle it’s no fun.
I long for the day when T.V. can preach,
and take advantage of 'freedom of speech',
regret nothing and withstand the heat,
be afraid and learn to teach.
I may not be right, but I’m here right now,
find a way to get through somehow.
Your punctuation is a breaking bone,
Keep telling myself 'it's time I left myself alone'.
In this desert is my oasis;
a liquid that has filled the spaces,
I'm falling over untied laces,
the strangest sweets I ever tasted.
Copyright ©
Ehorse
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2004-07-14 13:43:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Sweat No More.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 10:23:38 AM AEST (User
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How odd. Feels like two stories put together here. I gotta say the TV does preach tho - all the time - you gotta do this, what we should do about that: all the "filler" they stick in with the news. Anyhow - the rhyme is good! |
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