2003-09-08 - 10:59 p.m.
somewhere outside the annals
of time and circumstance
the remote changed the channel
and switched from fate to chance
the twidgets of bad happenstance
were bound into a pinhead dance
which lulled them all into a trance
and loosed good fortune at a glance
or in the office of freak grants
a coffee spill blurred applicants
and mine was shuffled to the top
at such a time when time should stop
the reaper was about to chop
when out of nowhere came two cops
incognito on their rounds
heard the previbe killing sound
smelled the scent of blood around
cuffed that beast and took him down
to the presinct of the town
that's one less body on the ground
but she wouldn't sign the papers
she had a kind heart but her brains were vapors
and I'm alive to be the taler
I moved away from the offbase trailer
and settled into sailor life
as best as I could tell
you could say I escaped the knife
and a nowhere street as well
and there within that compound town
of barracks homes and hangars
a kindly stranger came around
with words of life for bangers,
for prostitutes and lost law suits
for lesbians and homos
for destitutes and postal shoots
for thespians and promos
for show girls out to pasture
(the young ones rarely come)
still working off the last year
see, the blonde girl wasn't dumb
she was doing what she could
to help her keep her distance
from a guy who wasn't good
(but she did like his persistence)
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