Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.
It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.
Reality was they were the keys to her success.
Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.
Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?
So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.
Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
Can’t stand having something around my neck
Only I don’t get much choice in this gig
Living for the church was not going to be my style
Living dead come into the equation
And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man
Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber
Putting her lip out as far as it could go as the arms cross in front
Observe the slight tremble at the corner of her left eye where a tear threatens
Unless I am mistaken she has perfected the pose
The only question is how long till I capitulate?
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Can I have one of your buns?
Really? Are you trying to make me mad?
On the contrary. I am trying to take away your sin.
Sin? Why is me having these buns a sin?
So I believe the sin in question would be gluttony. Hand one over and be saved.
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Little white ones are okay
If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?
Even if you should be honest, face it
So many more times they edge towards they gray
Here is the true balancing act
Until you find where the white gets dirty
Really you are golden
Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?
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Pounding back another tequila
It made his eyes cross
Curt looked around the bar
Keen to find someone to connect to
Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her
Everything screamed to him that she was the one
Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more
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Pounding back the sugary alcohol
Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system
Now he gets into my space and spits in my face
Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much
Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down
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When you cross that finish line and accomplish the difficult
Obviously, you feel accomplishment, but that’s just the beginning
Now you have to ask what’s next and attack it
So much of her life was trying to be trending
That she almost was the epitome of cutting cultural edge
Yet there were lines she would not cross
Lest she would lose whom she was
Even if she would find out she was someone else
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