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Modern Life

Housewives peer from behind dirty windows Catching signs of the scurrying nightlife They know killing time is really a sin, Though they can be absolved by watching Ellen and her wife Where you can rediscover the inner you She’s got one so you’ll want one too Can’t call that greed it’s already yours And coming up after this’s the daily chores Stacy cowers beneath the roar of her make up Had her eyes opened now she just prays she would wake up Every nerve exposed to the daytime jury An army in skirts, ‘hell hath no fury’ While next to her sits the great unwashed He took all her dreams and had them squashed So she’ll take the tea and sympathy She just don’t like her slice......Of Modern life Meanwhile a demi god is sulking in rehab His powers gone his plumage so drab He ponders how his life took this nose dive Was it that third album? The stuff they found on his hard drive? And now his life’s laid bare for all to see He’s the poster boy for grim reality But he’ll turn this round, he’ll be back you’ll see If he can just keep down this slice….of Modern life And there through a gap in the trees You thought you saw Albion Endless rolling fields Under a golden sun There through a crack in the wall You thought you saw paradise But when you looked again It was only Your modern life

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Date: 11/2/2014 6:32:00 AM
that is awesome I loved it
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Steve Lavelle
Date: 11/2/2014 6:51:00 AM
Thank you Cynthia, that's great to hear, i've just joined so i'm still finding my way around, but it's lovely to hear your feedback thanks again.