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I go to get the mail---
just outside my house.
At such a task I will not fail---
I am not a mouse.

Opening up the box---
looking inside to see.
Inside I see a dancing fox---
and a rainbow with a flea.

Going back to the door---
back inside the home.
Falling down on the floor---
In the distant lands of highness I roam.

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Last edited by Neuroman on 28 Jan 2006, 7:42 am, edited 1 time in total.

Saving up for London
Faster than I've planned
Making lots of saccrifices
To fulfill an important Dream
A Dream that might not last
Come on, Red Ken!
Give me back my Red Bus
So that my Dream will last longer
And I can take my time saving
And enjoy having a
Good Quality of Life
With my friends from
My Clubhouse
I guess there's always
The Bobby Blue

"Auditioning for the Circus"

As step into my costume
So much in my head
Can I walk the tightrope today
Or am I'm gonna fall dead

My costume is a skirt and blouse
Some heels that look okay
My audience will scrutinize me
To see if I'm worth the pay

The tools of my act are my resume
Thank God for spell check.
The dates on it are full of gaps
But by now I'm like "what the heck"

I walk into the office building
The spotlight seems too bright
It's as if the whole world is looking
For me to not be right

They give me smiles that I try to return
They tell me to have a seat
I fill out the many forms
With conditions I must meet

They asked if I'm a drug user
I wonder why they care
They're gonna test me anyway
By clipping a bit of my hair

Then off to the conference room
For my main event
All that's missing is the ring
And a red and white striped tent

They light questions with fire
I try to take them and juggle
But my nerves are so shaky
I almost drop them and struggle

Then they bring the unicycle
It looks like it's ten feet tall
They ask me if I can keep my balance
If customers yell when they call

Do I have enough experience
Of keeping the lions from biting
Have I've ever resolved a complaint
To keep my clients from fighting

After putting on my show
Worthy of a standing ovation
My audience looks at their binders
While making their notations

I hope they think I'm a first class act
That they think I'm on the same page
So I can join their "three ring circus"
And continue my act for a wage

Life

Life is what it is neither good nor bad.

Life is what it is neither bad nor good.

Life is what We make it to be neither good nor bad.

Life is what We make it to be neither bad nor good.

Life is what We see it is neither good nor bad.

Life is what We see it is neither bad nor good.

Life is what Life is for it is neither good nor bad.

Life is what Life is for it is neither bad nor good.

That is what Life is in the end.

Wow
nirrti_rachelle, did you write that?
sounds like exactly what i do daily...

Yeah. It's an account of an interview I went through a couple of days ago for a customer service call center position. The job pays little yet the company takes applicants through covert psychological games that might as well be circus tricks. The job is really a no-brainer that a person with mediocre intelligence could do so I don't understand having to be questioned like I'm applying for a job in the CIA.

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Bordom
What is it?
And why must it be me?
It's grip, firmly tight on my existence
I'm too bored to show resistence

Feeling blue when everything's black
My life is filled with so much lack
Why does the Universe give to me today
Just so tomorrow it can take it away

There aren't any rugs left for it
To pull from under me so I can quit
The moment I think I've got it made
Is when I loose the job that got me paid

A hotel that's been there for 48 years
Closes three months after I get in gear
I get the lemons and make lemonade
By going to school on financial aid

But the money runs out because of it being spent
On school art supplies, food and rent
I get a job and have no choice
But to quit school and use my voice

At a call center answering phones
As I have to pay back those student loans
The worst part was I had no car at that date
To take me home as my shift ended too late

No buses ran nor could I call a cab
That in itself hurt like a stab
So I moved to New York to make a new life
But all I found was even more strife

Returned without a penny to my name
'Cause the jobless rate made even home seem tame
The next job gives me a nervous breakdown
I end up in the hospital wearing an oversized gown

I heal and find a job I searched for a year
But get layed off then I burst into tears
Life, please stop giving me things today
Just so tomorrow you take it away

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Gotta Knock A Little Harder
(Cowboy Bebop movie theme)

... which incidentally contains the most succinct description that I've ever heard of (what I see of) the spectrum - in verses 5/6.

Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I had learned the difference
Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life another smoking gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keeping safe inside
No one ever had a chance
To penetrate or break in
Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condition
Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission
The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn't listen

The longer I'd stall, the further I'd crawl
The further I'd crawl, the harder I'd fall
I was crawlin' into the fire

The more that I saw, the further I'd fall
The further I'd fall, the lower I'd crawl
I kept fallin' into the fire

Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existence
Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance

I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin' off each piece of chain
Until they all were broken
But no matter how I tried
The other side was locked so tight
That door it wouldn't open

Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta get through the door

And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I'd knock
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Break down the door

Green Skies by me.

Waking in the grass
I roll over
And touch the earth-
Damp but warm,
Comfortably in thesun
Breathing through the roots
She lives.

Back on my back
I reach for the clouds
Beyond my fingertips
High above, white
Against the sun
Always shifting, on the move
They live, too.

Under my toes
I feel movement
I imagine the small creatures
In their large world
A blade of grass rising to the sun
Must hide their view of white and blue
As the green skies cover them all.

Here together
Worlds apart
Even stones are born and die
Rivers speak and run
Have you seen the face of the moon
Or smelled the breath of the ocean
Under the green skies?

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the rest applies too:

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

Its not easy to be me


from Superman by Jon Ondrasik

This is what it is like to be me,
to live under the sword of damocles,
of expectations,
to be who you think i am
and not who i am meant to be

i am
not superman
not the villan
i am just a man
in skin that deceives
its not easy being green
its harder being brown

associations with dirt
all things bad:
black man
walking down the street
(run hide)
save your children
save your wife
save your wallet
take my life

they tell me racism doesn't exist
they tell me prejudice is dead
i'm paranoid
this is all in my head

and my head right now
is a hard place to be
like the man said
it's not easy to be me.