you look mighty slick up on the pulpitA Poem by knightcallwalked with fences under my skin staying up too late to catch up to my life i get up hit the water and make my way i'm pretty good at hiding what's under my skin my analyze is on overdrive every little word bounces inside my head and i get so pissed off cause i push to get things done despite of it all i have no tolerance for those who believe they can come late neglect the patients and skate let me tell you somethin m**********r anybody that comes closer to hiring you is a sucker and you're not the same as me stop pretending that you're the same as me whatever delusion you acquired upon the pulpit has made you a parting gift a con man culprit they may have put your name upon a certificate signed their names at the bottom they can give it to you i don't have to watch i'll just spin around yeah, i'll just spin around i'm sure that this job requires a mind but i'm positive a heart is a bigger qualification today i talked again with a man whose lost temporary use of his legs i've spent a few days with him he told me all you had to do was sit down and i told you my life story well sometimes people tell me things i'm not really sure why i've never been shy today when i left i told him how many days i had to go he told me he considered me to be a dear friend i'll put that on my certificate another day of staying late someday you'll f****n get it someday you'll f****n get it no you won't you'll probably leave early
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Added on August 6, 2011 Last Updated on August 6, 2011 AuthorknightcallShawnee Mission, KSAboutA trauma chaplain at an inner city hospital. Formerly a sportswriter, a native of Chicago. Now living in the Heartland. more..Writing
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