Swift makes, hold your plates up
Shakes to break, take your make up,
Wake up, the naturalism, you ain’t dealt with realism
Voice broke all of a sudden,
That’s why he never saw the sun down in him
- go down to the lake you love,
Look upto the sky above
When the stars shine at this darkened time,
See them shine like an angle dash of dime,
Lashers shade, in the eyes,
What’s lazered from the treatmeant, what is meant by appointment, and ointment,
You ain’t got a point for pointillism, draw your own face paint,
And I’ll deal with the placement,
Allotment for let, locked up in a den,
The action mens boys play in memory,
And now he fears his safety,
‘I used to play with war soldiers, cried for imposters‘;
He cried to me, it came over too mould-your-implys for me
I’m the type of peaceful one who likes to see the sun,
Now sun look what you’ve done,
You’ve disappointed your mum,
He said ‘you got a point, but look what she’s done’
She’s has her eyes too glued to the television,
X factors, max factors, what about me max,
Maximum effect is, she’s laid her boys body to rest, in reject,
And that the DVD’s eject, when recorded and cut the cord, R.E:
The way I’m sure, is not a sure, but the shore, is a lake, the place you go to escape
To hit the button on the keyboard, wake up, when you’ve missed putting the iron back on the ironing board,
Heat in upon your foot,
When you were 8 you had to iron your own clothes, cus ya daddy took an overdose, and your mommy styled the ’overload’, the over-raction, look what you’ve done son, I’ve had it to the max-I-mum,
I mum, am Max, have me back, put the family life back on track… we’ll remember him as a stack of kisses, care, and strength - are you aware that he’s still here and there… he never went anywhere
Yer so, I do have imaginary friends, but remember, life never ends.
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