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A Night Like Many Others
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Feb. 2005 He’s had a hard life,
although he’s young as you can see
And already he’s carrying a knife
With that I have to agree.
Tonight he’s playing on another’s guitar
laughing silently at all other’s mistakes
Just hoping he won’t get a scar
While putting all attention
Rather on what his fingers will make.
His friends are idiots in all that they do
so, he gets up from where he sits
just to dodge a shoe.
Tonight he goes home
sober but bored,
just thankful for not tripping over the gnome
Like some drunken lord
His parents ask him where he’s been
Afraid he’s committed the worst of sin.
Not tonight, not tomorrow
just tired from life
but not full of sorrow
He kicks off his shoes
tired as the dead
just wanting his bed
forgetting everything said.
