Victory SongA Poem by MilesWhen you came back home After a hundred hour drive And noises of the concert Are still ringing in your ear It's still very dark And you have to hug your aunt You don't know her very well But you don't really care 'Cause you made it And now you can sit down Your legs were nearly broken And you forgot the town Delirium Spacial delirium Post-haste red serum I see the window's blinds And the arrows in their hinds A dark man beside me And his name is Timbuktu Roast an eagle with me, friend It's time to fill with smirk and dread I have a story to tell Of a mountain in a shell A nutshell, or a seashell I can't remember But, I do know That there were lots of people Shaking hands and smelling sands But I didn't know Who they were Or what they did But not to me As you can see Sipping tea on the borderline Basking air and Freddy's mine If only I could Rip an arm off a bear I'd swear! And wrap it for you But from that mine I stole a dime And a soccer ball With spotted holes Still I bounce it And I'll know it As the one From the FIFA Cup Where my country lost The one with three colors The black then gold then red 'Twas Spain! That locked it away And made a proud land cry But I atleast I still got Norway A country barely hear-say But still I love it For the language is like chocolate So smooth and divine 'Cept the mountains The pretty ice-capped mountains Far away and in despair I upped my chest and faced the air And my nostrils froze I do believe Slim Shady's there Også, I'll make sure to bring my mic And of the Beatles' Mr. Kite For fear he might strike And leave me there to die I returned Giant eagles had me in their claws When they dropped me off At Gandalf's house And I was lost and strung-out And I seemed to have a burning desire For coal But he didn't know But it doesn't really matter 'Cause nothing really matters Where you're left all alone But I came back From a mountain far away A truth they say May be muddled in garlic But I will say I put it only In my macoroni So it tastes a little different ...So very different But it's only hear-say
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
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