This is the lost straws' forgotten and found
labor of lust,
like a man in the mission,
from the bottom of our art,
to split bends in the fork
from them, they
lie like a drug,
and keep up with the joneses-
saying love conquers the small-
saying, take a spike.
Sell a few, too, then,
laugh all the way to the-
SHANK.
Another one bit the rusty blade.
Rather,
we look on the bright side of the knife,
we get down in mysterys,
with the gravy rain- it soars.
I'm comfortable but I'm no couch,
and I'm given the benefit of the outfit,
an unsung man determined not to
punch out his nights
at a nine to strive,
determined not to go back to the drawing,
bored and stoned,
and never to hit the bottom line.
These days, not even time will sell.
Author notes
the cliches used in this one were
lost cause last straws labor of love like a man on a mission from the bottom of our heart split ends bend in the road fork in the road lie like a rug keep up with the joneses love conquers all take a hike laugh all the way to the bank another one bit the dust look on the bright side of life get down go down in history gravy train when it rains it pours I'm no slouch the benefit of the doubt punch out his lights nine to five back to the drawing board the bottom line time will tell
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Oh wow. Put some punctuation in your author notes... I have no idea where each cliché starts and ends...
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it sounded awesome .... but not sure if i got it
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