Time Runs Low
Mon 23 Jun 2014, 12:52 am
Time Runs Low
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
The food runs out, you've got nothing but used cat litter
You can rest assured that at least you know the latest
Bit of news of the Kardashians, the Idols, and the greatest.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
Wishing that you had gotten a more humane baby-sitter
Than the elected overlords who stopped serving your needs
Many moons before they harvested your scattered seeds.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
'Cause you thought the doomsday prophet was no more than a kidder
Plenty of time, you thought, and turned back to the funny papers
Nestling deep in the couch cushions like a moldy sack of potaters.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
When Lady Luck has disappeared and you really want to hit her
For dropping all the pretense upon your aching head
Revealing the open road you saw as another end that's dead.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
And all the roads you chose were only paved in glitter
The stuff you cannot eat and worth nothing to the ounce
Regardless of the analysts who claimed it was time to pounce.
When the time runs out and you're feeling kinda bitter
For the choices you would have made if only you'd been fitter
But the food you've been given had evidenced some tampering
You ignored the pink slime, the genetics, and the simpering
Experts who claimed there was no shadow in their history
And we could all rest well and live better through chemistry.
When the time runs out and you're still in the starting gate
You've got nothing left but to find someone to blame, and hate.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
The food runs out, you've got nothing but used cat litter
You can rest assured that at least you know the latest
Bit of news of the Kardashians, the Idols, and the greatest.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
Wishing that you had gotten a more humane baby-sitter
Than the elected overlords who stopped serving your needs
Many moons before they harvested your scattered seeds.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
'Cause you thought the doomsday prophet was no more than a kidder
Plenty of time, you thought, and turned back to the funny papers
Nestling deep in the couch cushions like a moldy sack of potaters.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
When Lady Luck has disappeared and you really want to hit her
For dropping all the pretense upon your aching head
Revealing the open road you saw as another end that's dead.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
And all the roads you chose were only paved in glitter
The stuff you cannot eat and worth nothing to the ounce
Regardless of the analysts who claimed it was time to pounce.
When the time runs out and you're feeling kinda bitter
For the choices you would have made if only you'd been fitter
But the food you've been given had evidenced some tampering
You ignored the pink slime, the genetics, and the simpering
Experts who claimed there was no shadow in their history
And we could all rest well and live better through chemistry.
When the time runs out and you're still in the starting gate
You've got nothing left but to find someone to blame, and hate.
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Re: Time Runs Low
Mon 23 Jun 2014, 6:46 am
Great stuff, Terry!terlin wrote:Time Runs Low
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
The food runs out, you've got nothing but used cat litter
You can rest assured that at least you know the latest
Bit of news of the Kardashians, the Idols, and the greatest.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
Wishing that you had gotten a more humane baby-sitter
Than the elected overlords who stopped serving your needs
Many moons before they harvested your scattered seeds.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
'Cause you thought the doomsday prophet was no more than a kidder
Plenty of time, you thought, and turned back to the funny papers
Nestling deep in the couch cushions like a moldy sack of potaters.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
When Lady Luck has disappeared and you really want to hit her
For dropping all the pretense upon your aching head
Revealing the open road you saw as another end that's dead.
When the time runs low and you're feeling kinda bitter
And all the roads you chose were only paved in glitter
The stuff you cannot eat and worth nothing to the ounce
Regardless of the analysts who claimed it was time to pounce.
When the time runs out and you're feeling kinda bitter
For the choices you would have made if only you'd been fitter
But the food you've been given had evidenced some tampering
You ignored the pink slime, the genetics, and the simpering
Experts who claimed there was no shadow in their history
And we could all rest well and live better through chemistry.
When the time runs out and you're still in the starting gate
You've got nothing left but to find someone to blame, and hate.
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