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Hang Man
This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into long time. Darkness saves the day. Light work is easy. Take care; bear with me. Melting ice just is served; liquid metal. Aluminum caulk and spray painted plastic. Stuffing waste tied up one last loose end. Never officially complete as cycle repeats. Special exemption allows righteous passages. Bend over frankly speaking mumbled tones gagged under the table. Choice marrow is gorged in obesity's closet while starvation plagues bona fide skeletons. Goosebumps prickle pale skin. Hair falls from stress; once again stood up. Lies travel at light speed breaking the silenced sound barrier. Recorded by memories; burned by broken bonds that smoke clouds judgment. Signals become blanketed but the fact remains that only you can prevent forest fires. Frost coats winters world meeting boy without jacket. Wind chills increase greatly in plain sight. Mountains are to the west. Tough times lay ahead. Games play broad way; at east. Stranded by circumstances; squeezed in the middle. Kicked rocks ricochet; skipping water, now down for the count; sand stands still. Years pass by undetected; decades of despair riddle me this. Googled eyes point crooked fingers; twisting stories. Kitchen drawers begin to open and slam shut. Back and forth movements repeatedly forget why. What was I supposed to do? Lost car keys swallowed by couch cushions. Sitting right beside the answer; left without even saying goodbye. Contests stare down shows quick draw chalked outlines figured to be sticks. Blank spaces filled in by a circle. A straight line is attached. Another incorrect guess forms an upside down uppercase Y. Twenty-six letters to choose from. One word chosen at random; wrong person in the right place at whatever time that may mean. Figure it out or end up an upside down letter connected to a circle. Hang on for as long as possible man. Solve their puzzle for them. Fall out of sight. Mind your judgmental. Remain distracted and become forgotten.?Remember the number you were born with. Twenty-six ways to figure out how to hang like a stick. Play their game. Be careful what letters you choose. Who knows what they might do to you if you win? Nails on the chalk board ring in silent ears; deafening tones keep vigilant listeners unaware of true potential. Blank spaces that you fill in with letters, if you lose you become a stick figure; hanged man. If you win they might not like that. Time is passing by hot minutes turned cold hours; playing their game. Wasting precious time; walking in circles while talking about silent treatment; forgetting things. Memory is jogged by filtered facts. Ignorance dances to local music streaming through policed networks. Everything seems fine and dandy. One day something strange happens. Knowledge halts the nonsense of slamming cupboards. Sun light replaces smoke-clouded-fog with jet streams of righteousness. Rationality presents a new song. The white noise pollution screeches intolerance; ignorant acceptance transforms.?Absolutely Dumbfounded by found dumbness; tears fill mind blowing eyes. Bubbles of snot nose hysteria, cohesively throw both arms straight up into the air. Crooked fingers point in line with googled eyes; leveling out. Twenty-six letters seem to form into one word. One answer is now considered optional as the question is understood. Do you want to play a game with me? Confidently postured in an assertive aspect the answer is; No! Blind Folded… 9-11-15
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