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| Rhythm 1 |
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| Rhythm 2 |
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| Rhythm 3 |
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| Rhythm 4 |
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| Rhythm 5 |
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| Rhythm 6 |
Rhythm 1:
Is this what dad had in mind
when he built the hunting cabin?
Just a place for guys to
hang out.
While their wives glitch at home.
Beer. tastes better too,
after the kids are done playing.
Everything tastes better after
a kill.
When the big buck goes down.
Is that what you talk about?
In the locker room
quiet dreams against blue collars
tying ties and knots, buckling belts
Rhythm 2:
It gets better up top
I learned that from climbing trees
How's that for swingin ---- ?
How about another piece
let's build a fire up top
everything comes crashing down any day,
I should make another lap
before I commit to another branch.
I'm not scared of a red light,
or a tight fit,
the devil wears an intricate outfit
and is never nude,
he's too modest for his own good.
Can you smell the burning hair?
"This could be anywhere," we say
in unison and stare off
into the sunset.
Rhythm 3:
You're a better friend than a
cigarette, you'd be my type if
you didn't like to fuck so much.
What do you want? What do
you want from me?
If you didn't have such a long
neck, I'd trust you more.
To please not look over into
my stall, I'd love you, please,
if you please, to forfeit
your ability to calm my nerves
down, lay me down, shush,
quiet now, lay me down
the best way you know how.
Rhythm 4:
I'd take one more lap.
That's how to win a race.
It's about the extra golden mile
I say, I look, I sit, I smile.
You never know, you don't,
you never cash-in and bet,
like you used to,
you were my answer to lonely youth,
another small sip when I thought
I'd finished my cup.
Dear Darkness baby boy, mother-lover
You've gotten better at dancing
since I've left
You know how to taste a move,
was it worth it in the end to be
gone, to be so gone with the wind?
Now that you're dancing
Rhythm 5:
Another hard day at the office,
why don't you get a real job
Dad and stop calling people
all the time.
I played all day,
I wrestled myself,
I ran around myself until I
was blue.
I refuse to give in and get bored
in this neighborhood
like, all my sisters are duh.
I haven't gone there yet,
I don't want to leave after
a first impression
This is perfect
Rhythm 6:
Harmful just a regular guy over here.
Writing on pink,
why don't you go home and write
poetry, and fuck yourself.
If you've got such a low tolerance
and a holier than than thou
attitude why don't you become
a priest and find someone
who wants to listen
Find someone who wants to listen
be all ears, be all buyyy when
you teach in sunsets and metaphors
move a few people to tears
along the way. Move to tears.
