Lost in Thought
Lost in thought at the begining of class,thinking up fantasies of the dying past,
a hero a dragon, a sword of fate,
a bearded dwarf who has no mate,
an ogre in mail and a urgal in pain,
a sniper messes with a mans brain,
that little red dot causes so much strife,
anxiety spreads like music from a fife.
In time we learn that we can't fool her,
as i'm rapped on the knuckles from the teachers ruler.
Poetry by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 22:44
Tags Anxiety  Comedy  Daydream 
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