Forecasted as the next big thing,
Straight, no chaser.
I chased around too much, for far too long.
I couldn't ever catch the tail,
I was a moron for trying.
And as the audience applauds
An overwhelming sense of over satisfaction sets in.
I was rewarded for no good deed,
Not that I wouldnt, it just wasn't convenient.
These are not the ravings of a deranged mad man
These are more a testament to nothing in particular
No expectations should ever be had,
I'll loose a hand in the river, then gain it…
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Posted on September 27, 2009 at 8:51pm —
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