Just today (I am not original but this is)
Live the day drug by drug,
Pale faced defence at none,
Vunerable in every way,
What more to say,
Other than I hate,
the drug that makes you say,
I have to do it again,
Just today
Pale faced defence at none,
Vunerable in every way,
What more to say,
Other than I hate,
the drug that makes you say,
I have to do it again,
Just today
Billy Lauer was a beast
A man, a monument, a morbid feast
A beast of boredom, born breathless, neat
Tidy, timid, manic, meek
Fancied butter on his bread, in his lungs and in his head
Foaming freedom far from wealth unsaid
Jackknife jagged, tattered, ragged
Tourniquet tightrope for walking dead
Lost his earnings down at the tracks
Bet the farm on a steed in slacks
Came up shy, a living lie
This losing horse broke a fool to cry
Now he’s wading knee-deep puddles
The reaper humbles, trembles, shutters, mumbles
Test the rope, the man, the dope
Lest your monumental medals mope
The windowpane sleeps inside your cuts
Burning, turning, cutting shut
Close your eyes and bite your tongue
He’s killing fast what’s growing young
Pulled his pistol, put it in, caring, daring, growing thin…
I miss my cradle, I miss the snow
I missed the masses, missed them grow
I hit my target, I shot the mark,
Fumbling, stumbling, heavy, dark
I miss my mother, miss her grasp
Misadventure misled mister Lauer fucking fast
Its all a game, a board and book
A king, a queen, a knight, pawn, and rook
Stale, weak, pale, pink
Gale blown, raptor shown, to teeter on the brink
Fragile life, stagnant whim, dying tree, broken limb
In the sand, lost in time, found in fortunes tragedy sublime
Billy Lauer sheds a tear
Whispers paupers prose
Loses faith to fear
Replicates a rose…
Brilliant and bright, stunningly white
Gorgeous talons tactically tight
The wrath was bore, with tears no more
Disarmed, bowlegged, dismal drought ahead
Another moment and fair rose is dead
But he made the shear
The blades in resting place
Now the mystery mister Lauer
Sits a trophy in a vase
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