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–YOU KNOW YOU KNEAD IT–

A Poem

In the trickle, ebb and flow
There is only one thing I know
To buy a house is very bad
To buy a house can drive you mad

Stuff that can go pear shaped will
Leaving you faint and feeling ill
Deposit hanging by a thread,
They’ll grind your bones to make their bread

Everything down to the wire,
My head is like a tumble dryer
Moving at a glacial pace
Then scrambling fear in undue haste

A faxing here, a faxing there
Pretending that you really care
The only good thing I can equate?
From all this crap, I’ve lost some weight.

(It still drags on – sentiment same as previous post – too stressed to blog – though some therapeutic rhyming seems to have seeped through my fingertips.)

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3 Comments

  1. Fork the house and moving north…here’s what you really should do for the next year:

    http://launch.yahoo.com/read/news.asp?contentID=213233

    I’m sure you two will get along GREAT, finally there’s someone who equally shares your pleasure in kicking things.

  2. Anonymous

    WALK AWAY DUDE…AGAIN

  3. Scott- the advertisement was in the paper here on Friday – my dad cut it out for me! But I haven’t seen it yet. Might send over a DVD of the BM clips! Ha ha ha. Like Courtney Love really wants a bass player from Melbourne….though we do share a love of kicking…you are (curiously) correct ;o)

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