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(I wrote this poem to the tempo of Gone by Pearl Jam)
This poem, as crazy as it sounds, is about all the drama I take over Xbox Live. I barely have a life, and it revolves around my writing and playing Xbox. I get on to get away from the negativity around me, and it's a vicious cycle when I get on. I can't get away from it.
Dependability
I ride these people up and down,
Down deep into the ground.
And when I turn to save the sound,
It turns into a mound of degradation.
People run into this trap,
Looking for their catcher keys.
Out into the ring comes the matador,
And he is begging for some damn salvation.
When I chased down my essential targets,
They scurried off, too fast for me.
When I ran for the king's platinum city,
He closed his deprived doors.
For I'm the one they turn too,
For I'm the one they trust.
For I'm the one who saves their days,
And turns them into dust.
For I'm the one they turn too,
When they all took the bait.
For I'm the one they took to far,
And now fighting for one last chance.
When you all look at yourselves,
And see the monster inside;
You'll have to choose the better half
Of this altered life or mine.
For when this Golden Cadillac rides off,
Into the pure red sun,
You'll remember what I did,
My Cause, My Heart, My Time.
This poem, as crazy as it sounds, is about all the drama I take over Xbox Live. I barely have a life, and it revolves around my writing and playing Xbox. I get on to get away from the negativity around me, and it's a vicious cycle when I get on. I can't get away from it.
Dependability
I ride these people up and down,
Down deep into the ground.
And when I turn to save the sound,
It turns into a mound of degradation.
People run into this trap,
Looking for their catcher keys.
Out into the ring comes the matador,
And he is begging for some damn salvation.
When I chased down my essential targets,
They scurried off, too fast for me.
When I ran for the king's platinum city,
He closed his deprived doors.
For I'm the one they turn too,
For I'm the one they trust.
For I'm the one who saves their days,
And turns them into dust.
For I'm the one they turn too,
When they all took the bait.
For I'm the one they took to far,
And now fighting for one last chance.
When you all look at yourselves,
And see the monster inside;
You'll have to choose the better half
Of this altered life or mine.
For when this Golden Cadillac rides off,
Into the pure red sun,
You'll remember what I did,
My Cause, My Heart, My Time.