In the ZoneA Poem by Not here
This is my zone,
this is my home, full of my pain, full of my game. Bare to the bone, my papers thrown all around again Im a freight train, just a full blown, homegrown unknown with a wholesome tone swinging my cane at this neck chain while im chained down to this main frame. Cause my main frame will be better known when I'm more than just a solid stepping stone. I'm not just a passenger train, a place for people to advertise their campaigns. I don't even get a loan, for my participation in building their home so I'm home-bound to my own crowd who roar loud when I stand proud. So I stand low and I bestow the fame to the dumb show although I'm about to forego this path I've walked so slow while I'm treading with my golden glow so while I'm ripping apart the status quo and living my life professionally like a pro you can stand there on your U.F.O., keep pretending like we're playing Uno while I smack it back like Blackjack earning plaques to rack, cut no slack with no attack to quack, I don't draw back. So back draw your hacksaw while I withdraw my First Newton's Law cause I'm about to push you and set in motion the commotion potion of the devotion and you can't stop yourself from rollin and right now I'm under the notion that this is my emotionless life just full of emotion.
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