Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things
And not be able to have them because they cost too much?
Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix
This safe, though…
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
May your true self always be hidden from prying eyes
As you go about your daily life
Simplifies things like emotional attachments
Keeping everyone distant and you, safe.
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As you sally forth into your day
Do you practice safe socialization?
Verify sane hand sanitation?
Ensure quarantine if feeling ill?
Now if we all partake this journey together
Then the fellowship will succeed and the foe will be vanquished
Unless we show weakness in solidarity
Releasing the hordes of invaders onto the vulnerable of our clan
Everyone wants to be the hero. Now is your time!
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Silently Malcolm crept up to his target
And yet he didn’t strike out at her
Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away
Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed. He was fleeing. Now it was her turn to hunt.
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Looking for his keys, Bob knew he was going to be late
Of course he knew he put them in a safe place
Sort of like what had happened at his job
That’s why he really didn’t have any place to go, but he still wanted those damn keys
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Anxiously, she slowly opened the valve
Nicki held her breath as the cell began to fill
Xenon gas soon displaced the oxygen
It supposedly made the experiment safe
Everything in her soul screamed that something was wrong
That’s when she heard a tink sound
Yelling she threw herself to the floor, but nothing happened
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Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance
No way I was going outside in that
Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad
What was bad was the bundled cold with it
Deathly wind chill well below what was safe
And so I will sit here by the fire
Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled
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Anthony didn’t know what to expect
Nights could be quiet, but this one?
Dude! Everyone was just wigging out.
The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground
He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch
Everyone knows you don’t combine the two
But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.
Anthony had been on that call
Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out
Detox was going to be busy till morning
People kept the crazy going even then
Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky
Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it
Yet he loved being a police officer
Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals
Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left
Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station
Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later
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