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Glasses Of Pink
Posed with a friend
our real real thoughts enclosed
our conversation exposed
each other is trying to comprehend .
We talk about the paranormal
we try to be informal
about something abnormal .
Drunken words that try to be profound
only come out slurred and loud in sound .
Above the glass my eyes they peer
I think everybody exists in a fish tank
thats unclear
we just move to and fro
our fate we don't know
thats everyones fear
we all shed a tear .
Your eyes might not face
the inevitable end and its guilded case
the world and its ugly face
but your ears can't help but hear
the news and its untied lace
detectives and an unsolved case
a lunatic and his gun and scarlett face
he massacres young life
thats the untieable lace .
As we ramble on
I wonder , where have they all gone .
People create new beings and they nurture on this earth
It disgusts me when a product of twisted ill nature
takes them away
so soon after their birth .
I wonder after I finish this drink .
woud'nt it be nice to lovingly look
through glasses of pink.
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Published 30th Dec 2009
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