The Professional

The Professional

A Poem by speakingcolors
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I don't like to brag but, Isn't the picture I have for this awesome? I just love it, almost more than the song itself...except for the last stanza.

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Underneath the night

Slinks the one dark, stealthy shadow

But don't you look now

He's there, he's gone, collects his dough

 

You think that you're safe

But that's what he wants you to think

The truth is you're not

Try to catch him but don't blink

 

He has no sure name

There are no rules

If you play his game

Then join the fools

 

In one brief moment

He strikes with deep rooted vengence

And then it's over

Before you can feel the suspense

 

He has no sure name

There are no rules

If you play his game

Then join the fools

 

The man with no past

Lives no true life

So you must act fast

So be the knife

© 2008 speakingcolors


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Added on February 6, 2008
Last Updated on February 19, 2008

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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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