Black Poetry : The G-clef of the Latchkey child....

LibertyLady

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social worker...
They come to me with a smile that sparks..
but with a attention that only have Guts..
needing a shot...
They get high of youre Musical thoughts..
after that They Off.....
They come back when there vains are empty..
and they are out of luck...

With critical nonsens ..
about my Arsistical Blossems...
they lock me Up.....

Behind my railings....
they have the nerve to stick their arms
trough the railings and ask..
"give me another one"
Knowledge is not mine so i pass it on.

Finaly i,m standing with empty hands..
thinking "Was this just another flash in the Pan?
"I thought you were my friend ?"
"You know you and me until the End "
Snap out of it girl!
Get out of the Clutch.....
Face the Dark Side of this Workfield...
"the MusicIndustry"

this was just Another Bug
 

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