Class Act

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sort of a story.

Submitted: November 12, 2008

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How I'd love a second chance
If I could be so free
To play out as a different man
And join their jubilee.

I could be simling wide
With stolen angel wings
To be with brighter gold
No time for smaller things.

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I fashion up some angel wings
I fly them off a hill
My new wings fan and fail
I lament my selfish will.

But this is my intention!
Too late in life I learned
We can always steal new wings!
And the past we render burned.

Lying on my back now,
Stars melting through a cloud.
The sky is getting darker!
THE SKY IS GOING OUT!

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I wake up in a hospital
With wings of selfish greed
As one billion medicine men
Obey their selfless creed.

I pray of them to stop!
They treat my words as glass!
I beg them, leave me be!
Let me die with class!


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