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Luke Dailey Poem
Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014
Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”
His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it going down
Is time a river or a line?
Nothing here is really fine
She used to be oh so kind
That was in a different time
Now she’s of the other kind
Hope is killing one by one
His mind and heart are one and one
Look at me, “What have you done?”
You were the only one
Take a trip down memory lane
What a pointless, silly game
If you don’t come out on top
Your mind will quickly pop
Lights are flashing red and blue
“Oh god what did I do?”
“I promise you this isn’t me.”
“Please will you believe me?”
I wanna go home it’s eating me
Wishing me to slowly die
I woke up in a suit and tie
Time just keeps on ticking by
No one sees, I sure don’t
Slowly closing in my throat
Waking up, it’s just a joke
God is crying in his boat
Is it raining or melting?
The Lunatic hears all the dings
The clock is rusted, time is gone
And his mind is too far gone
If you think he’s good you’ll see
What a joke he played on me
Time is gone, frozen
And nothing’s gonna fix it now
Nothing’s gonna fix it now
Who’s the one laughing now?
Luke Dailey
Copyright © Luke Dailey | Year Posted 2014
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Luke Dailey Poem
Everything goes round and round
No one seems to have a frown
The Lunatic is going down
to the moving, lighted town
The Lunatic is now retired
His thoughts are oh so tired
Mary, no one seems to find her
Engulfed in a sea of fur
The Loony leaves the earth
His conscious is receding
In life, he’s found the meaning
He tells them “Please don’t leave me!”
(He) Feels like he is weeping
The Lunatic writes in his head
The tip is out of lead
Everyone screams and shouts
It all simply restarts
It all calms down
Everything goes around
Everyone’s cheery, but The Dreary
He sits alone, calls her on the phone
“Help! The walls are breathing
No one seems to hear me.”
“Do you see what I see?
On the floor above me.”
It all falls down
Gets turned around
Now he has a frown
Goodbye, lighted town
As it’s getting cold,
He’s growing old
His thoughts are coming back
Building on the stack
He stands above the track
Passing where he’s been before
He’s lost in his thoughts
Ones that never seem to stop.
Copyright © Luke Dailey | Year Posted 2014
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