Casting my hat into the ring
As the horn blows for a third time
Puck the rules
Casting my hat into the ring
As the horn blows for a third time
Puck the rules
Prowling along the street with his boys
Richard felt like they were lions on the hunt
It made him swell with thoughts of importance
Defiant of the rules of the urban jungle
Earning him his own big game hunters
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Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!
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Making order out of chaos
Entropy would need to take a hit and shrivel up
Since that would break the rules of physics
Scott never bothered to clean his desk
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Kortney listened to the blues floating down from heaven above. In this case, heaven was Marvin’s, a dive bar located on the second floor of a rundown building that seemed to have lived the hard life the lead singer was lamenting about. Kortney fondly stroked the broken brick façade with fondness. She had been coming here steady since she was old enough to fall in love. The problem was Marvin’s served liquor, and since Kortney had been thirteen at that time she could go no farther.
The regulars all knew her by name. Hell, some of them offered to sneak her in, but today heaven was about to open up for her. She took out her license and grimaced. She hated her picture, but that date blazoned on it showed she was twenty-one as of today. She opened the door and climbed those tired stairs, each step a religious pilgrimage.
At the top of the stairs the bouncer, Charlie, sat there on a tired looking chair. He rubbed the sweat from his bald head with a paisley handkerchief. “Hey there Kort. Aren’t you being a bit bold? You knows the rules.”
Kortney gave Charlie a smile. He was one of the ones always offering to sneak her in, but she never took him up on the offer. She always wondered what if, but now she knew it was worth it. This was worth doing it right. She held out her license. “I’m all good, sir. You just check it out.”
Charlie laughed and waved her hand away. “Girl, you think I don’t know what day this is? Get yourself in there.” Charlie got up and opened the door for her.
Kortney paused with her hand still out. She really wanted him to check it, to see that she really had crossed the threshold, but then she accepted his acceptance into the heavenly throng. She smiled a nervous smile and put her license into her handbag. She then crossed the threshold.
The music caressed her with a refreshing familiarity, but with a fidelity that set her soul vibrating. The bartender, Liza, nodded in Kortney’s direction and pulled a long draft, setting it on the ancient bar top. Liza pointed at the beer and then to Kortney before she turned to serve another old timer.
Kortney practically danced over to the bar. When the music paused she found her voice. “Sorry Liza, but I didn’t order this.”
“I did. It’s my birthday gift to you. I wouldn’t worry about thinking about paying for anything tonight, girlfriend. Tonight you’ve come home.” With that, Liza went back to her other customer.
Kortney picked up the beer and the band kicked into the next song. She slumped onto a bar stool and sipped at her beer. Heaven was better than she had ever imagined it was.
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Tilly strutted around like a peacock in mating season
As she surveilled her realm, she smiled at everyone who stared
She had dressed in four different patterns and a riot of colors
To hell with the fashion police with their rigorous rules
Eight year olds made their own rules
Alyssa looked at the game before her. It was so much easier to make a wrong move than a right one. It was almost like the whole thing was stacked against her. Forget almost like. The people who had created the rules didn’t really want her to have a chance. Still she realized she had to play the game or else admit that she was a loser. Alyssa was a fighter, not a loser, so she wasn’t about to do that. That being said, she was all about changing the rules. She holstered her sign a bit higher and marched.
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