Control
Life frustrated me the other day, pushed all my wrong buttons, so I bit it's ear off, pushed it up against the ropes, told it stop frustrating me, dame, stop trying to head butt me when the ref ain't looking, stop hitting me with grief and jabbing me with drama. Life takes another shot at me, now it hits close to home, I'm on the floor now, looking up at life as it's flashing before my very eyes, the refs counting down, gotta get up, gotta get up, no way life getting me down. I'm up, with my phist raised high, no backing down now, I have to take control, this round, I'm taking back my life.
By: Mobis-Coo-Coo-
The daughter of trees No longer bears fruit. Groceries gone, The grocery store Is filled with yesterday's news.
Seven bricks remain, Seven brushes of white, Seven dry black tears, In the corner they hide.
Her boxes full Are yet on the doorstep, Her touch is still Enlightened by colour, Her gloomy hands Still happy to be Of service.
But things, The things that die or sell, Have changed, Have all the same smell. Newspapers, Magazines, Last words from dead trees.
The cake and presents are almost through, The ice-cream’s gone and the feasters flew. The music starts- some poor fool’s turned it on And they come trudging back, all those that were gone Some shuffling at first, a little awkward prance Soon, though, feet and bodies begin to dance. They whirl and they spin, some badly, some well. The music changes, breaking the spell. Soon the lights turn to rhythm, the dancers to melody Churning, turning, like crumbs in the sea. It’s a slow song now, they’ve split into pairs. Grinning, blushing, they’re red to the ears
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