There was the dark chocolate truffle right there
Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience
Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away
Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off
The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave
Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question
All that training and education came down to this moment
Now it was time to execute or walk away
Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned
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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Mary was always on the go.
Oblivious to sleep or the need for food.
The way she pushed herself was amazing to watch.
Of course, she could not keep this up forever.
Really it wasn’t surprising when she crashed and burned.
Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers
It had started so simply that morning
Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window
Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail
Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog
Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther
That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching
It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere
Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle
Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning
Don’t give in. You can do this
Even if they’ve pushed you down ten times, you’ve got to get back up
Finish the race and show yourself who you know you are
Yanking victory from those trolls who didn’t believe
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Pushed around his whole life
Andrew decided one day he would finally stand up for himself
Why should he cower and hide who he was
Now that the dress and wig were in place he felt marvelous
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Fuzzy electric guitar warmed his ears
Under which the bass line pushed him forward
Navigating the strong drum beat
Knocking out the depression he had been feeling all day
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Rarely was Perry at a loss for words
Everything came easy to him, sometimes too easy
Jumping from relationship to relationship, never overplaying his hand
Eventually he was going to make a mistake
Clarice was the one that got away
That’s what attracted him to her, that she pushed him away
Embarrassing him by pointing out he was not the perfect one for her
Damned if she was right, but it still hurt
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