Poem!
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On a bridge, quite high
A man holds his arms open
There he stands and still hesitates
Right away the people swarm in droves
I won't miss out on it either
I want to see it up close
I get into the first row
And scream
The man wants to climb from the bridge
The people begin to hate
They form a dense crowd
And don't want to let him down
So he climbs back up
And the mob begins to rage
They want his innards
And scream
Now the man begins to cry
A cloud moves in secret
Asking himself what have I done
in front of the sun, it gets cold
A cloud moves in secret
in front of the sun, it gets cold
But a thousand suns burn just for you
I creep onto the bridge in secret
and kick him in the back from behind
I redeem him from this shame
and I scream to him
Jump
A man holds his arms open
There he stands and still hesitates
Right away the people swarm in droves
I won't miss out on it either
I want to see it up close
I get into the first row
And scream
The man wants to climb from the bridge
The people begin to hate
They form a dense crowd
And don't want to let him down
So he climbs back up
And the mob begins to rage
They want his innards
And scream
Now the man begins to cry
A cloud moves in secret
Asking himself what have I done
in front of the sun, it gets cold
A cloud moves in secret
in front of the sun, it gets cold
But a thousand suns burn just for you
I creep onto the bridge in secret
and kick him in the back from behind
I redeem him from this shame
and I scream to him
Jump
4 comments:
eugh. Creepy. A question: does the stock broker have anything to do with the poem choice? Very angsty.
yes i do. muhaha...
lighten up, sirianna!
mouth falls open, sits back in chair, opens mouth in shock, "weird. creepy. so much like something the cheese would say."
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