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Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night's dream.
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I am nobody.
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Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty five years and you pay it back and then one day you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then one day you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe.
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So you win.
Actually I lied, I think I've seen you around. (:
Holla.
Feel loved.
A road is a tool, though the final product doesnt matter
For this many have been proclaimed to be mad as a hatter
Mercury poison the thoughts of those who let in Greed
For those who do will loose their way and wander in the weeds
The poor are insane the rich proclaim
Then they have the gall to defame
That The simple life it is inane
While the poor who protect become maimed
Tis Gods war a false Devine framed
For the works of a petty ape gone insane