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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Too little too late God said to me in this dream I had about fate So I asked him what did he expect, A goody two shoes a prophet a saint to be something I ain’t Not at all he said I want to be entertained Eternity is boring mostly people snoring especially at night and during the day on occasion Look god! I walk around an Amazon warehouse all day pigeon-holing tat picking this and that How am I supposed to amuse you Well I do enjoy you breaking stuff on purpose sabotaging the line Bunking off for a smoke going to the toilet doing coke Erm hands up! I admit I’m a total chancer and do things I shouldn’t But it’s ok isn’t it that Amazon place is full of s-hit Yes it is a kip but more fun when you entertain Like in your last job listening to you lie not taking the blame asking me to help out In your moment of doubt All that stuff you stole and got away with on the whole That was quite funny! Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered, before selling it to the highest bidder Throwing expensive stuff out in the trash The owner was a bastard all things considered a miserly swine But nevermind Thanks! I did need a dig out that time Remember when I was aged about 7 and was told my pal went to heaven Why did it happen A year later walking to school with another pal he was only 8 And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer Put a hole in my friends head The blood pumped in fountains of red I thought he was dead All the gore I’ve seen witnessed a killing at 18 Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design sometimes the stars just won’t align Others times they go nova and leave black holes behind still you’ll never really understand The powers in command So how about this poem Will it see me home Does it amuse you are we cool? You’re still alive aren’t you!
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