Worked

Life can be hard work!

Worked

Does this life last long or what?

Good feelings come and go though

When I go, will it be the same up there or wherever we go?

Bad feelings can be a pain

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Used up lust but fun

When it’s all done, I’ll go home

On a spiritual road outside of this dome

Here I am now, dead spread ready to be taken

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Could it be that I won’t get that taxi

Maybe I’ll get a slide into the fryer

That’s my luck when I trample over my bucket

At least I always manage to laugh in the rain

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You look up just to do the same

My eyes always burn and tears relieve

Can I buy good feelings up there?

It seems like I have to here

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Dreams burn up quick in this fair

Street lights light my way but I don’t know where to go

With my black suit ready for the morgue

I still laugh when rain ruins my day

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I say this and I hope you agree

Just get out and enjoy the work in a place

Where we can buy good things

With smiles and laughter

sad poetry
Bazooka Teaches
Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches

A regular Joe with a peculiar noodle inside his helmet. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.

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