
After an incident, one can feel violated like never before, especially when that incident, is an insult to your creations.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 166 - Published: 06-22-06 - id: 2198224
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Today I must talk through my words
These feelings are getting absurd
Voicing my ever-clever opinions
And bowing to my very own minions
I have fallen to my knees
In this time of petty needs
And I will never be able to stand again
Or perhaps I will, my ever friend
But now I am feeling so very hopeless
And although I still wish you my best
I cannot think of getting through this
Today I must talk through my words
Theses feelings are getting absurd
Voicing my ever-clever opinions
Am I the one who's giving up on this
I have fallen to my knees
In this time of petty greed
And perhaps with just one more helping hand
I will finally admit I can still stand
And I will laugh and call you my
Rocket man
Today I must talk through my words
These feelings are getting absurd
And yet, they're still mine
And for them, I will do my time
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