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@esmeralda wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
@stephen1 wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
och wheest ! ..
I thought you were saying…”mmm, yummy, give me kiss.”
Imagine my disappointment to find out you were telling me to shut my pie hole. :evil:
no i didnt !! i was speaking to myself :) as i oft do.
now gissa kiss…. xx
And there was me thinking I was promised first snog, Stephen. You’re nothing but a cad. sir! :twisted:
:oops:
4 U@stephen1 wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
@stephen1 wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
och wheest ! ..
I thought you were saying…”mmm, yummy, give me kiss.”
Imagine my disappointment to find out you were telling me to shut my pie hole. :evil:
no i didnt !! i was speaking to myself :) as i oft do.
now gissa kiss…. xx
And there was me thinking I was promised first snog, Stephen. You’re nothing but a cad. sir! :twisted:
:oops:
4 UHmm..I shall expect substantially more appeasing than THAT, mister!!! [-(
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if you’re dazzled by those neon lights,
crave the paparazzi’s sights
and want the world to know your pathetic plight
then you’ve got the making of a starthey’ll take you
they’ll make you
first they’ll love
and then they’ll hate you
before they drain you dry
and then forsake youif you don’t have the smarts to grow
and you are a little slow
then Hollywood’s the place to go
(only as long as you can’t say ‘no’)yes
they’ll charm you
and disarm you
then spin about you
some yarn untrue
not caring if they hurt or harm you
(hey that’s just business kid)yes
and when your career is
washed up on the shore
after spending a lifetime
as the media’s whoreyou wonder why
they no longer adore
you
and why no-hope hacks say ‘poor
you’
and why no-one wants any more
of you
the truth; they are all bored
and sick of youthree month’s later
they find you dead
o.d’d of morphine in your
retirement home bed
and then they’ll love you
again
wanted to have known you
again
acted like they were friends to you
againand as you rot in your coffin
in a shallow unmarked ditch
posthumous humour kicks in
as you realise that
it was your own fault
that life to you was such a b itchlove it FMN
What’s the point
in suicide
when I’m already
so dead insidelove me
use me
shove me
abuse mespin that wheel
again once more
just be careful of
what you wish forignore me
break me
implore me
hate methe hammer falls
and deafening silence rings
it won’t be long now
before this swan singsforget me
thrill me
regret me
kill methe final shot
and you have a doubtful pang
but it’s too late now
as I go out with a bangAre we mature adults we like to think we are?
Or are we still children, living in the past?
Why do we judge others by our own downfalls?
When we are guilty, why isn’t the first stone cast?
We say we don’t mind, having a governed land?
We don’t even mind all of the loopholes in laws
We carry our opinions, express them when we feel
But do we agree with all of the wars?
We like to say we understand, all views
We say we accept all sex, creed and colour
We are loyal, and caring, to all our kin
But would we give our life for another?
We disapprove , when we watch the news
And see another murder case
We bow our heads when another life is lost
Do we cry as hard , when the victim is another race?
We put our hands in our pocket, for a good cause
Show sympathy for others who are all alone
We like to tell others how much we care
But do we really, when its not one of our own?
Our world is a mixture and made up of many
But we all hold the same flaws,
The answer to the question ‘Who are we?
We are kind , and considerate, caring and loving
We aren’t selfish and hateful and racist and full of greed
We love our fellow man, and do anything for them,
As long as its not going to hurt us , in your hour of needwar drums sound across the hills
reawakening the demon that slumbers within
stirring the dragon that lurks beneath
the gnarled veteran’s skinhear the hell hounds howl
and the ravens cry
havoc as you sleep
mourning those about to die
lost to the muddy deepknow of hell
and all its sorrow
as you take aim your gun
and pray you see tomorrowsee your brothers
all die in vain
and never forget
how you still remainand as the body count does rise
and the banshee screams
remember these horrific scenesfor they shall haunt you
in times of peace
every single day
until those drums do sound again
when you are old and greypop those pills
forget those ills
as you lose your will
and you don’t recall
why you are
here at all
just chillas you start
to lose the days
within your dream filled
narcotic hazejust light up
and lose that frown
don’t get up
as you slowly drowndown,down
after that high
needled pointed relief
makes you disregard it
with a sighstrobing lights
and the club’s toilet seat
chalked nose twitching now
just to stay up-beatrelax and relaspe
rinse and repeat
I know you couldn’t wait
to get back on the streetso here you are now
slowly rotting in your pit
choked on your own bile
at least you had your final hit
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