My Backyard
Lacrosse 1
Performing MonkeysPerforming MonkeysPerforming Monkeys
When I was a small child I loved to see the men With their juke boxes And their performing monkeys They reminded me of fuzzy teddy bears With big glassy brown eyes
Now, things have changed Those monkeys do not have fairy tale lives anymore And I sympathize with them Like them I now have an owner Who has a juke box filled With white powder
I was passed around like a toy Damaged like one, too He lured me with the promise of money The promise of paradise That turning tricks was only temporary
The Sociopath NextdoorSitting by myself on a bench Standing alone in a crowded room Watching other kids play But I never join in Some say I am a loner That would be the primitive termThe Sociopath Nextdoor
I prefer trees to people And my best friend is my dog Teased and tormented as much as I am I don’t care Because I know that I am happy with this lifestyle
They are like a flock of seagulls And I am the solitary hawk Notice which one is stronger? Yup, that’s me… The sociopath next door
You know what I mean...
Tired
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The early bird may get the worm, but it’s the second mouse that often gets the cheese. Unknown
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Member of Big Black Beauties [link]
Member of Suomalaaset
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We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up until now, that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future. -- Max Planck
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"Taught me a lot of things. Like never manage a celtic rock band with a heroin addicted front man, a mentally ill fiddler, and the rest of the band comprised of constant drunks who are simultaneously egotistical and dimwitted."
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