Another DayA Poem by ApparitionAnother day, another dead, dollar recipient with with shrapnel from coin making lodged in his head
Just another day in paradise,
Today's lacking rations will barely suffice,
Another day, another used up rhyme scheme
Time to unwind the twine that bind's another gray soul Sold down the river, for figments of figures
I'm beckoning, "The roof is on fire, let the building expire,
so we can fill the leaking holes in this fallen empire!"
Pull over to the side of the fishbowl, put your hands up or get a fist full of fingers
Hand over fist, taking the grist to the mill Be still, my beating heart This rhyme moves minds like fleeting art I won't beat around the bush, so let the beating start
Hit the nail on the head, head for the hills, dead Dead to the world, fled to furrows Head in the clouds, body in the bushes Burnin the oil, burnin the kush's Taking my third furlough, in a fortnight Poppin bottles, trying to shoot down storks with corks, right I'm talking eugenics, euthanized sentence
But just like an "unbirthday," can't exist without a day of birth,
Nonsense cannot exist without some sense, at first.
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2009 Last Updated on November 3, 2014 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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