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Post by Pez on Jan 31, 2009 0:47:32 GMT -6
Here's a place I go, not far out of way, Here is frustration of my own creation In it are shows, they're most often plays, that teach patience in effort to dull harsh sensations.
The curtain pulls back, the stage has been set, The cast runs a flutter with a shiver and shudder Our odds have been stacked, a fool's place to bet An outcome is muttered but drowned by the clutter.
An exposition, a rising, a climax, a fall An ending is reached, the sermon now preached The system surprising, yet failing us all, Its innards, breached; its life, leeched.
The curtain drops, tiny accolades ring, The music crawls with an unnerving drawl Everything stops, a new stage can be seen, Here begins the next fall of the Hole in the Wall.
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