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Thomas Shibbish Poem
Attention, attention! Paging Dr. Death
Your appointments here may I send them in
Go on you will see the sign it reads “fin”
Please, all the way down the last door on the left
The doctor will help you complete your quest
Welcome my dear, relax remove your pin
Take off your clothing place it in the bin
Now lay down shut your eyes take a deep breath
Euthanasia come on down bring a friend
Comatose no worries if are you his wife
Yes I am he’s had a wonderful life
I’m sure he feels it’s a means to an end
No longer will I have to deal with the strife
Or the underwear he wears he needs depends
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She’s the type of girl who will make you hold your breath ‘till your head explodes
She’s the type of girl who will never pick up on her cellular telephone
I saw her Wednesday watched her walk by
I call her Thursday to no reply
Then I tried on Friday would you be mine
I got no response I’m done wasting time
This chick thinks I’m stupid she must be crazy
Every part of her body is amazing
My jaw gets weak and my mouth goes lazy
I’m done trying to reach her is this hasty
Then On Monday to my surprise
She called me back and she replied
You think you’re so smart so realize
To be my man there’s compromise
So let’s get together and if you make the right impression
I will show you what love is and teach you a new dimension
So grab your note book make room for a life lesson
I’m a tender lover who needs all of your affection
She’s the type of girl who will make you hold your breath ‘till your head explodes
She’s the type of girl who will never pick up on her cellular telephone
Listen to me because I’m willing to be
The best thing you’ve ever received
So try to conceive try to believe
Every thing I say is every thing I mean
You think you’re so bad you think that you’re queen
When all you do is sit there your attitude screams
You need attention that’s why you called me
I’m not that foolish these eyes they truly see
I think you’re obnoxious oh so irritating
Your soul is toxic as well as degrading
So talk your garbage your looks they are fading
To hold my heart hostage is complicated
Like you said lets get together I hope you bring a personality
Welcome to my reality all in all you are a fallacy
A true walking beauty a beast undoubtedly
Not just a plastic princess lacking individuality
She’s the type of girl who will make you hold your breath ‘till your head explodes
She’s the type of girl who will never pick up on her cellular telephone
I don’t need this I hope that you know I mean it
I would get between it but I would never eat it
You are misleading your outward features fleeting
That is why I am fleeing because you are being
A bitter little chick that gets every thing she’s needing
Unfortunately I’m conceding this conversations bleeding
Me dry that’s why this here guy is saying goodbye
So, so long I wish you all the best long life and all the rest.
****!!!…(expletive)
I’m just playing lets do this again some time.
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I’m walking down the road
With a pocket full of thrills
Trying to retrace my steps
Striving for something real
I’m far away from home
What happened to my friends?
Where did they all go?
I don’t seem to know
I don’t really think I care
They were never really there
When I needed them the most
To help me try to cope
It pains me to say that I don’t need them
I threw away my old clothes for something decent
And it doesn’t feel right
I made some new friends for a reason
I bought some new clothes I wish they could see them
And maybe I won’t feel so bad
The path that I am on
Where it all went wrong
Being cooler than cool
Soon catches up to you
No one seems to know
No one seems to care
I’m lost with out a map
I’m trapped somewhere out here
Passing out in the street
Like a junkie on TV
It’s not what I want
It’s what I end up being
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I was walking atop a summer breeze
The birds in the background whistled Dixie
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A curious meaning one that wouldn’t exist
Whit out the other being it’s opposite
To reach an outcome both means to an end
A slow retreat or a winning defense
Though they do not share the same fate
These words together allows us to equate
By definition the comparison is likened
By the contrast their meaning is heightened
I find it odd to reach one you need the other
Heaven with out hell or sisters with out brothers
Until we discover a universal way to speak
I’m afraid the positive is out of reach
Love and peace
Love and peace
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