One fine ngày in the middle of the night to dead boys gotup to fight. Back to back they faced each other pulled out their swords and shot each other The deaf cop on the beat heard the noise and came and killed those two dead boys.
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away... When I came trang chủ last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t bạn come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away
I tình yêu this poem so much I added a few thêm versus to it and gave it a little thêm meaning. Here is it in it's new entirety, tell me what bạn think.
As I was walking up the stairs, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish... I wish... he'd go away. He's not there... and yet he is. I've never seen a look like his. His body is all beat down, And his mind is soaring all around. Brought to this bởi pain and strife, Where drugs became a way of life, A way to hide the pain inside, A rock to crawl beneath and hide. He sits upon the steps bạn see and people walk bởi just like me. Wishing that he wasn't there, Reminding them of what they share.