Leave the store and lock the doors
One goes first just to be safe
The others look on and long for the escape
How safe to send a single soul to the great unknown
Greasy, grimy, disgusting none the least
Anger or frustration far from your ears
Head to the 7 11 for a soft spoken dream
Take the money for what that slurpee means to me
A soft bed hardly felt
The dreamland that you're constantly just visiting
Leaving behind as to not overstay your welcome
Enter in another day
Eyes have shut and opened to darkness
The same story that's always heard
Take out your keys while all three approach
The same chapter reread
A contest entry
- Paycheck by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended November 13, 2007, 7 entries
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Thanks for entering.
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So it is
Life is like the earth the moom and the sun comes and goes right on cue as does the actions of a work day
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LOVED IT
It really makes you realize what happens from day to day.
Love,
Charli (tamperedlove)
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