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Something random I wrote...more to come
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Your Lovely Tumor
By: Jason Mick
"The Downers"
February 2006
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Your lovely tumor
Your lovely to me
Your demeanor indifferent
You make yourself the show
For all to see.
100 lbs of bone and flesh
Made up so hard and well
You'd surely think you dead
And sewn up deftly by
The taxidermist's hand
And propped up on a beach
Of perfect white sand
On display.
You make your rounds
Out every night
You move so quickly now
You'd think you were made of light
You wear your tumor
Proud upon your breast
Your reckless lifestyle
They'd always said would
Be your death
And it won't.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely chest
Your lovely personality
That makes the other girls
Wish your death.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely heart
Your lovely smile
That could kill
If you gave it a while.
Your lovely confidence
Your lovely lines
Your lovely wealth
Which could never ever
Buy enough.
Your lovely heartache
Your lovely pain
Your lovely touch.
You're lucky that they
Never can get enough.
The doctors said
There was no cure
For arrogance, ego, and insincerity
They'd give you
At best another year
To dominate the
Social scene
Oh your beauty's
Fading fast
Your lovely tumor
Has caught up to you.
Oh you don't let
Them see your insides
Like the night
You stayed up late
And couldn't help but cry
For yourself.
You are the soldier
Who blindly carries on
With the killing
In his head
Long after the war's end
Though his friends have all
Gone home or are dead.
Thus you quench
The habit though
You know its wrong
Vicious remarks and putting
Low cut dresses on.
But here's the caveat:
It surely won't be long.
And can't be quick enough.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely breath
Your lovely personality
That makes the other girl
Wish your death.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely mind
Your lovely soul
That yearns to manipulate
And to destroy and control
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely eyes
Your lovely lips
That whisper lies
Like brushing fingertips
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely face
Your lovely blood
Surely it was all for waste.
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Bye for now.
*_* Jaxon
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Your Lovely Tumor
By: Jason Mick
"The Downers"
February 2006
...............
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely to me
Your demeanor indifferent
You make yourself the show
For all to see.
100 lbs of bone and flesh
Made up so hard and well
You'd surely think you dead
And sewn up deftly by
The taxidermist's hand
And propped up on a beach
Of perfect white sand
On display.
You make your rounds
Out every night
You move so quickly now
You'd think you were made of light
You wear your tumor
Proud upon your breast
Your reckless lifestyle
They'd always said would
Be your death
And it won't.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely chest
Your lovely personality
That makes the other girls
Wish your death.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely heart
Your lovely smile
That could kill
If you gave it a while.
Your lovely confidence
Your lovely lines
Your lovely wealth
Which could never ever
Buy enough.
Your lovely heartache
Your lovely pain
Your lovely touch.
You're lucky that they
Never can get enough.
The doctors said
There was no cure
For arrogance, ego, and insincerity
They'd give you
At best another year
To dominate the
Social scene
Oh your beauty's
Fading fast
Your lovely tumor
Has caught up to you.
Oh you don't let
Them see your insides
Like the night
You stayed up late
And couldn't help but cry
For yourself.
You are the soldier
Who blindly carries on
With the killing
In his head
Long after the war's end
Though his friends have all
Gone home or are dead.
Thus you quench
The habit though
You know its wrong
Vicious remarks and putting
Low cut dresses on.
But here's the caveat:
It surely won't be long.
And can't be quick enough.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely breath
Your lovely personality
That makes the other girl
Wish your death.
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely mind
Your lovely soul
That yearns to manipulate
And to destroy and control
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely eyes
Your lovely lips
That whisper lies
Like brushing fingertips
Your lovely tumor
Your lovely face
Your lovely blood
Surely it was all for waste.
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Bye for now.
*_* Jaxon