Mr. Left BehindIm the Artifact
Mr. Left Behind
In 1000 years scientists will find this
And try to read my mind
Try to analyize what its like living in my time
They'll over emphasize the importance of my rhymes
They'll never understand that Mr. Left Behind
Was there cause he's got nothing better to do
Theres nothing better than you
A day at the races
With unfamilliar faces sounds fine
But Ive bet on a dead horse
And beating a living jockey
Right in front of the finish line
So sadle up
The bride's wearing a bridal
And the groom's holding a broom
Sweaping secrets under the rug, saying "I do"
When all he really wants is the honeymoon hotel room
Its the last leg, the Kentucky Derby
The victory looks all set
For another year that rider will be the best
But wait, on the outside
Mr. Left Behind's coming up fast from the rear
Getting closer, they're neck and neck
Its gonna be a photo finish
So hold your reath and trophy
And wait for Paul Revere
They're coming! they're coming!
The redcoats, the British
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could repent my dissent and prevent my descent
but I meant to pretend in the end, it made sense.
But the end should have come a long time ago,
we both just held on, although we both know
that we are no longer two peas in a pod,
two bees with a job, you see it's just wrong.
I can't be the guy who just cheers from the yard,
invite me inside, you'll see it's not hard.
My love was a gift, I gave it to you,
my hopes and my dreams, betrayed them for you.
Yes we are different, from two separate worlds,
with you being highbrow and me being poor.
You told me "no matter, I could care less",
now three years gone, it's all a fair mess.
It really does hurt me, although I can't show it.
I really do love you, although you can't know it.
All that I wanted was more of your time,
I loved being with you relaxed and reclined.
Just hearing you breathe was plenty for me,
but you wanted silence, no petting from me.
I guess in the end all our differences won,
so go with the moon, I'll stay for the sun...
Too Long For Title BoxToo Long For Title Box10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Blackest of the black, black, black tuxedos tonight, it's going to take all of Asia's jade to grey this rose. Our backs were made for nails, nails, nails and dimes are prime for exchange. "There's no martyr like a heartbreaker, there's no shame in this. I'm no lover if you're no taker, there's no shame in this."
And lately we've had nothing but renaissance on the back of our eyelids. You're quite the artist.
"Doll, you're a martyr, you're a heartbreaker, you're the only one to blame for this. I'm such a lover, but you're no taker, I'm so ashamed of this."
You're the genious now, child, these old calendars are here to mean you're the prophet.
Synch the noose tight and William Tell the whole masquerade with both eyes closed. You know the only thing you've got left to lose just choked on the stockmarket, and not even your own foster parents will waste their ball-point ink on you anymore.