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Life Is A Place To Wither
Or to Slither Your Pick Either way your decision will stick With you for life You will live in constant strife Under society's knife Ready to cut if they choose To avoid the slice you have to be smooth and never snooze and stay off the booze and if you are in the blues you could find yourself in the news of people you know doesn't life just blow sometimes then you can try to have fun times but there's nobody to have them with so you just sit, sit and wish maybe success a big myth because success is to be with but I am without yet I have no doubt and try to never pout but I'll never get clout and stay under someone's snout but never will I pout What is it all about? Then an eviction notice at my door No place to lay down and snore No longer is it all a bore I can't take this crap anymore At least it's not a bore But I can never snore Then the cops came and soon life as I knew was no more I was in jail where I could never get to snore Or live a normal life no more All of them, they deplore Those in my place Then, the guard sprayed me with mace To Put Me In My Place They say I disrespected the human race For not falling into a normal place That reality I must face So, I am seen by others as merely a waste and in jail I sit, forever and ever In and out of it All the while chomping at the bit To try and get it |
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very expressive.......
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