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Polished shoes, And mind scrubbed clean, I stare at the board, I stare at the screen. But an education, This is not. Ten parts intake One part thought. And god forbid we've all forgot Human beings weren't made for mass production.

“It was the age of the dinosaur.” I said, looking Cassandra's children in the eyes wildly while I continued with my story. It had been a long time since I had seen the nieces and nephews and I was glad for the company and the happy adoration of the younger sort. Children look up to their uncles, in a way that I don’t think any other kind of human can look up to another. There is a trust that is so strong and sweet it’s just wonderful. I would certainly find it a pain to go home later that week. I was a long holiday in the city, my job at the firm had sent me all the way to Pittsburg to work on a merge with a neighbori

He was as ever charming, A quality that I lack. He drank his tea with sweetened milk, I drank my coffee black.

I wish I were a number. Information short a face. I'm just so sick of running, In this stupid human race. Rats go after cheese, The human hunts employment. Humble though the rodent be, It knows to seek enjoyment. Even if I fought cliche And managed to reconsrtue I'd still awake with groggy eyes To drink my morning brew.

If you left, And had to go, I'd be sad you went away. But if your dreams, Did take you there, I'd be sad to see you stay.

They run like lemmings into the unforgiving seas Mister and monster Lapping at my knees. Sand ground toes and sun kissed skin Call of the void resonates from within

Jacob sat quiet against the brick wall of an ally, taking a drag of his cigarette. He couldn’t get calm, and kept fidgeting against the rough surface he was leaning on. He was dirty, covered in dried sweat and lost effort. Today was the day that his whole life crashed down on him. The day that the plant had closed, the day that he’d lost the only chance he’d get to find his his friend, and the day he was first out of a job. On the street outside of his ally, the traffic of the day went on as usual. The people bustling through their busy day hurrying to get from one place to another, looking down, dipping their faces into th

My bed sheets are all covered with, My old mascara tears. A special kind of sadness, Found in a woman's early years. They stand for the nights in bed I cried, And let my heartdew fall. They stand for the disappointments felt, The emotions strong and raw. The tears are long gone, From my cheeks; But the mascara stains Upon my sheets, Will signify the growth that Iv'e endured.

Everyone is looking at me, But that's a lot of pressure. For every single human glance, Bears a weight that we can't measure. Eyes that trace my silhouette Observation engraves my lines, But deep inside I'm freaking out I want to protects what's mine Confident smile, Powerful stance, I could never cast That kind of trance And yet you watch Then look away But that's such an unfair Game to play. All you see Is meat that's fresh Not the little girl In woman's flesh Beyond the fire, Beyond the flame, Beyond my slighty Woman's frame There's a little thing inside me called a soul.

Here's to the queen in her castle But does she realise she all alone The company she had has left her because she couldn't share her throne The halls of palace are dank with dust The garden lays untended. The work hand had went years ago, Patience for her long ended. She wanted a kingdom without a king, and it looks to be that she found it. She banished her equal to peasantry work, And her courtiers stood astounded. For many a time he worked and toiled, He played a royal clown . For how could he have ever known, She'd never share the crown. And eventually though, he learned to leave And so did her nobol fools. Because at that point, any