The workings don't make sense
All they do is make me tense
So I sit here thinking on this bench
Can I fix this with a wrench?
Can I satisfy this quench?
Can I get out of this trench?
The bench has seen many years
Been through weather & still has no fear
Known the feeling of an overwhelming cheer
Kown the feeling of copious amounts of beer
But is left in a feeling as one has been subject to a sheer
No tool will suffice in even breaking the ice
It doesnt matter the price; its too strong not to kill even little mice
The caulk on the wall is dripping similar to melting ice
But wont give cause it will resist every entice
The strength is too high
It doesn't even need closing of the eye
It can be the antidote or it can be the lye
To which is my surprise; that it can cause one to die
A thirst for more
Yearning to open the door
That's leads one off the floor
Show u whats more expensive than Armani mink fur
That, monetary resources will be needed no more
Digging down to find anything
Something has got to be better than the current ding
As my thoughts swing
Terrorizing any fling
Comes from all blings
That will NEVER settle for anything but being a king
The knowledge of pain and where it comes from blows through ur veins
U wanna be ok but everything falls apart to ur dismay
i was thinking about the show on M.T.V. the Real World. This show is the exact opposite of the real world. its 7 or 8 kids that get chosen to live with one another. the show im talking about is the one set place in las vegas. these kids are treated
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