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Talking of sad things,
how about the old man who felt dead after retiring,
without his job he had nothing else to do,
put the money aside, you're virtually safe.
A change in the narrative is a deceit,
One is just good with words,
and now that I have your side of the story,
you are totally correct, it makes sense,
it wasn't your fault.
But there are no absolutes, no absolution.
"Almost a year ago I quit my job and changed my life around"
that has to be the single worst phrase, ever conceived.
Our mouths are full of tolerance and compassion,
but in reality we accept what we think is acceptable,
and that goes for all of you my friends,
and everybody else.
Just because it is you, I will turn a blind eye,
guess what, you owe me big time.
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They referred to them as them to put
some form of distance in between us,
"I couldn't hear ya, What did ya just say?"
Switch off the car, leave the keys in the panel,
The sting of the smell of the gasoline, beams dribble into specs,
the lights go off, and there is nothing else visible.
It resonates with myself and the others around me,
as he left the predicament,
safe from the embarrassment,
this house has now the space we needed
and I for once agree,
because I didn't have to go.
Stale bread in the kitchen,
get this, the oven never worked,
and the window barely opens
and the atmosphere tastes like a headache.
Yet it is hard to believe that people find solace and strength
in descriptions, I guess that is the future we have been told about,
Is it possible just by reading or writing a couple of lines
you will find the will to be who you will?
Scaremongering
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