Full Pockets

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    Full Pockets
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    Full Pockets
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    The parade does not end on 27th street
    It loops around until you burn your feet
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    Get in line and then wait for your turn 
    Spend the time it's your chance to learn
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    Some expect a sweet life with a little spice
    All you'll get is a pocket full of hungry mice
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    Careful reaching in your pocket those razor teeth
    They will filet your hand like it was roast beef
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    If you notice your pants wet and turning red
    Don't worry it is all just in your empty head
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    Can I have soft asylum
    I can't make anymore, 
    Death has closed the Doors        ....  TD
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    ..    26 April 2013 
    .     For Use Encouraged
    .     All Rights Reserved
    .     (except the epitaph)
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    Full Pockets
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    The parade does not end on 27th street
    It loops around until you burn your feet
    .
    Get in line and then wait for your turn 
    Spend the time it's your chance to learn
    .
    Some expect a sweet life with a little spice
    All you'll get is a pocket full of hungry mice
    .
    Careful reaching in your pocket those razor teeth
    They will filet your hand like it was roast beef
    .
    If you notice your pants wet and turning red
    Don't worry it is all just in your empty head
    .
    .
    .
    ..    26 April 2013 
    .     For Use Encouraged
    .     All Rights Reserved
    .
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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