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Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

State of Affairs

Timmy tells lies to talk to the people

Timmy tells lies to talk to the people

Timmy tells lies to talk to the people

And the people just won't talk back


Because the people want this

And the people want that

And the people just won't talk back


And Timmy says, ok.

And Timmy says, of course.

And Timmy says, sure, why not.


And the people say, yes

And the people say, thank you

And the people say, Timmy's the best


And Timmy tells lies to talk to the people

And the people listen intently


But one day Timmy tells lies to the people

And the people turn and tell him NO

And Timmy says why

And the people say, because you lied to us

And Timmy says this wasn't how this was supposed to go


So Timmy continues to tell lies to the people

But the people have turned away

And the lies float in one ear and out the other and on to others across the way


And those people listen to Timmy's lies, because they've never heard them before

And it's sad to see the hope in their faces and trust in their eyes

As they stare at Timmy who they simply adore


So.....


Timmy tells lies to talk to the people

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