Daddy Bear Posted May 3, 2008 Share Posted May 3, 2008 He walks along without a word Pledged to silence, like a monk Hands behind his back Ready to be hanged Nothing taken or disturbed He pads the urban waterfront And in the distance there's a train Dilation at the sound A low and lonely moan Echoes through the streets Almost gives his thoughts away Detachment keeps the breathing down Cartoon mobsters, rubber monsters Scenes are neatly cut Before the corpses rot Squadron Hero sends a Zero To a watery grave He sits down on a wave And longs for television With its fancy last-act answers Cue the promised resolution Between the cancer-causing dancers The girl is always saved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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