he could not pick up his hands
to smack the fright of off his face
he could not shake his head
to make the feeling dissipate
this is real
this is now
the only steps to take
don't mind the fear
or his frown
or the time that he could waste
this is wrong
and this is the fault
of all the rats that aim to race
this is first
and this is his fault
for inconsiderate things
take the lead
and take the pills that keep you sane
whats in your hands
is cracked now
and may never be the same
either put on the necktie
with razors in the way
or fight back inside.
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hey there. hope everything is grand. just wanted to say hello, but i'm at work so i must go.
doesn't it scare you sometimes, though, when someone's fighting their way back inside? i mean, even if it actually is the right thing for them to do. i always worry for everybody. what if they don't make it back in?
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