As I Look Down - 2025
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Rewritten for 2025 as song lyrics.
Some 'odd' punctuation is for the benefit of
music writing robots, that sometimes need a hand.
Seems AI isn't as clever as it thinks it is!
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As I look down and see the ground, on which my feet don’t stand
The light I see is all around, things haven’t gone as planned
It’s really kweer, I’m standing here, and somehow, you are not
You did your worst, let me go first, off of that beauty spot
We didn’t shake on our done deal, we sealed it with a kiss
I would leap, then so would you, to our eternal bliss
The best laid plans of nice young men, lie face down in the mud
For I chose this eternal light, and you chose my best bud
So, was I dead between the ears
Too dumb to see your lies
Or to spot your cunning plan
In which it’s me that dies….
Everywhere I look are sheep
On tiny pasture clouds
They’re interspersed with people
Who have wings and wispy shrouds
You schemed to take my life insurance, ’pon our rocky shores
Ironic that your latest squeeze, will soon be taking yours
I watched you in your fancy car; the car that once was mine
But then you took it for a drive, when he had spiked your wine
So, was I dead between the ears
Too dumb to see your lies
Or to spot your cunning plan
In which it’s me that dies….
Everywhere I look are sheep
On tiny pasture clouds
They’re interspersed with people
Who have wings and wispy shrouds
But there’s no wings nor halos in a box bearing your name
There’s rules for new arrivals, with regard to why they came
So when you get here you’ll be processed, then they’ll send you to the basement
I hope it’s not too warm for you, for it’s an all time placement.
In God… I trust… I guess… I must
For though… you’re here… I’m not… too fussed
For what… I see… amuses…… me
You schemed… for lust… your scheme… is bust
For there’s no wings nor halos in a box bearing your name
There’s rules for new arrivals, with regard to why they came
So when you get here you’ll be processed, then they’ll send you to the basement
I hope it’s not too warm for you, for it’s an all time placement.
In God… I trust… I guess… I must
For though… you’re here… I’m not… too fussed
For what… I see… amuses…… me
You schemed… for lust… your scheme… is bust
you schemed… for lust
your scheme… is bust
you schemed… for lust
your scheme… is bust
your… scheme… is… BUST!
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2025
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