Prickly Poke
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Tie a knot and find the spot. Stick it in and soon the fun will begin.
It’s a synch, a tiny pinch, a little cough, and whoosh you’re off.
Just stick with me I’ll take away your misery. Old young used and new there’s
nothing I can’t make them do, a few more hits and I’ll have you to.
Now are you ready? This is it, prickly poke, your life the pain now one big joke.
You crawl, you jump, you steal, and you flee, you will do it all to be with me.
I am tomorrow. I am today. I am regrets of yesterday, while at my feet you waste away.
Your friends all tried, but too much you’ve lied. Your loved ones cry as they pray for you to stay alive.
They threw you out, your filled with doubt, but don’t worry I won’t ever let you go without.
Every day we will play till all you have has gone away.
You’re nothing now, the streets you prowl, forever before me you will bow.
Remember once when this was fun, but look at you, now too tired to even run.
Get on your feet; with you I’m not quite done.
Your life with me has just begun.
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