Skippy
lets talk about my stolen empire
the empire of the obsessive compulsive
the song the dance
the case against the world
you, the hired: to sing, and act the perfect routine to remind me
what my lines are,
to my case
of such bizarre situational ironies...
Lets talk about foreshadowing of subsection 3 paragraph four
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the constant reminderrs of what is wrong in my life
and how to achieve what is right for me
the floor at my feet
and wich direction do i take
the song, the dance, the act...
and all on display for me to take my stand, for the wills that have been taken away,
you remind me in your own way.
the obsessive compulsive being i am,
the where you are, for the reason you be,
and the place i stand rolling over unaware.
skippy
like a limosine driver
care to my needs
make sure everything is a flower to their lover
and dandy as the deeds we forceed
never devour upon the hour the necisary incessant needs
but forever need to surrender to the clover
or the flower
the crossroads of the cross and thoprns
of every angels wings
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