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A FRONT DOOR DU JOUR It might be because I broke so many rules It might be because I followed too many fools It might be due to the life I have led And that’s why I am halfway dead Perhaps it was the voice of thunder Or the spell I swiftly fell under I followed the wrong cohorts into catastrophe On days when I lived between an apostrophe I had a need for a needle and syringe And soon my devastation would make my lovers cringe Brightness became darkness that invaded When all my hopes too quickly faded There were days of blood and scars revealed And everyone wondered if I’d ever be healed There was no magic to make of me a man And God knows I was following Satan’s plan Righteousness closed its eyes to me And foolishness seemed so wise to me But taking the wrong staircase led to a fall of grace So thus I promptly became a hopeless case I summarily fell through a crack And became the flaw that broke this mammel's back No one could pull me from the wreckage of a mind Because there was no comfort for a man like me to find A rock became my pillow du jour And my cardboard box had no front door A subway grating became my nighttime bed And that’s why I am halfway dead © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~