Mind In Solitude

5 Little monkeys jumping on a bed
one jumped up and bumped his head.
Mom called the Doctor and the Doctor said
…..”no more monkeys jumping on a bed.”

4 Little monkeys jumping on a bed
one jumped up and bumped his head.
Mom called the Doctor and the Doctor said
…..”no more monkeys jumping on a bed.”

3 Little monkeys jumping on a bed
one jumped up and bumped his head.
Mom called the Doctor and the Doctor said
…..”no more monkeys jumping on a bed.”

2 Little monkeys jumping on a bed
one jumped up and bumped his head.
Mom called the Doctor and the Doctor said
…..”no more monkeys jumping on a bed.”

1 Little monkey jumping on a bed
one jumped up and bumped his head.
Mom called the Doctor and the Doctor said
…..”no more monkeys jumping on a bed.”

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My pimp name is Dopetastic Anthony Sweetness

Am I less holy?                               
For choosing my own path?                          
And a beer in my hand?                             
What is holy?                                      
Through the eyes of men?                          
To live by their standards?                           
And be where they’ve been?                           
If that is the case,                             
I guess I am less holy,                                  
For defying standards                               
For living free.                                     
Less holy and guilty.                            
But not living my life,                           
In complete hypocrisy.

Who do we turn to
when our hero falls?
Whose pictures do we take,
And pin across the walls?

Who do we look at
Straight in the face?
When your hero is gone
And fallen from grace?

How do we carry on
How can we be strong?
Without a role model,
And with our hero gone..

I am a hero,
Fallen from grace.
All my dreams collapsing
Blowing up in my face.

When a hero falls,
From anothers arms
A hero falls,
And so do the stars.

Why are we trying to give, but noone gives us a try.
Why are we dying to live but end up living to die?

Im stuck on you like PG24
what the hell am I stayin for
got me lost in your game
request for MAR-claims
you said you’d change and let me be
but like an email to tres1 no guarantee

I shouda seen u was trouble from the start
released the call on my heart
Your games taught me so many lessons
I had to call credit for an extension..
i asked for a supervisor and u denied
said he was in a meeting but u lied.
u took down my number for callback
but never called so now im back

I treated you good even if we were opposites
I even waived your deposit
But you were still unfair and asked for credit
What do we all adore?
Something worth dying for?
TED used to be ONCOR

I was so good to you but still you played me
On you i even practiced delegation of authority
When I thought everthing was nice and still
you went and hit me with a rebill
Called you to complain but u transferred me to credit
Asked for credit but u said i couldnt have it.

Now I left you and left you be..
Moved over to Direct Energy.
I never thought again Id be happy
My heart you played like a race
Here they got lower rates.

This I wrote way back.

Have you ever tried calling customer service and had a really bad experience? You hung up and tried to call again only to get the same freaking person on the phone?

I was at work and just been through a break up and the idea of writing something like this at the time was kinda funny, those of you (if ever anyone really reads this) who don’t work in my office won’t really get the jokes here. But anyways, I’ll try to write more stuff once my mind comes back to its proper state. And I guess humor everyone can understand.

Its was a busy day for me at work, I never thought I would have to work again as much as I did yesterday. I guess that probably why they call it WORK. I actually had to work.

Hi.

This is not me. This is a machine. I’m not home right now but if you leave your name and message after the beep, I’ll make sure I’ll put you in my “to Do” list for me to see once I get back to this world. Thanks.

Beep.

I reach my hand out as far

as I can reach.

A helping hand is waiting

for you to meet.

But how far can I go?

How long can my arm grow?

How long can I give?

While reeping what I sow?

All my deepest feelings,

I write of cause its true.

And one of these days,

I will have my own life too..

I wish I can turn back the hands of time. I realized that life is too short, and life happens when you’re too busy doing other things.
So many things in my head but I just can’t say them all at the same time, and before I can gather all the words up in my head so I can say them out loud or in this case, type it all down, the emotional momentum I was in has gone by.
A couple of years ago, I didn’t have a job but I felt I had it all. Or say I had all I ever needed. I was in an awesome relationship, I loved my life, I was worry-free and I was getting by waking up every morning with a smile in my face. But I didn’t know exactly what I wanted in my life.
Now that I have a job and lost everything I said above, I feel I have nothing and I know now what it is that I really wanted. It’s my old life back. I’m not dwelling on the past or crying over spilt milk or anything, I just find it fuckin’ IRONIC to not miss what you have until you can’t have it. I like to think that whatever it was that I lost is going through the same thing,
I’d like to think that I’m being thought of,
I’d like to think that this is not the end of the line.
But it could be.
This could be where the ends meet.
A dead end.