Life is a fickle bitch smiling aloof
Without a care other than threading a noose
Being cautious so the knot doesn't come loose
So when the slack is tugged back and your caught in her ruse
She stands firm as you squirm to the beat
Dangling feet gyrating, kicking to breathe
Welling eyes softly exit in beads
As the sweet embrace of a hug gently tugs to a squeeze
The rope tightens as gravity's triggered
And Nylon fibers redden til blistered
A final wheeze leaves in a flash
Life is a gift so horridly wrapped
You're dressed to the nines though, three in fact
flipped upside right, sixes breeding wrath
Thank god you lived
Then died swinging freely alone
Don't worry my friend
Tonight, you're coming home.
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Frank ext. only granted if you stay under 24 lines @
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