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Date Posted: 10:08:10 10/06/08 Mon
Author: Dayvid Aimz
Subject: Cyberspacy

He immerses into a world of musical notes
its usually dope when he zones out
abusing deep quotes throw away your tv
throw away your tivo, no need for those
He was reading a book about the zen
Multiplicity meditation to times of ten
After that he vowed to never rhyme again
No more sitting down at desks to write
Giving up the best of his life to pens
Who knows though Frued would guess its right
A world not harsh as Lebanon, rural background
Good life with baby pictures to pass around
Stop it, he's shy you're embarassing him now
Old age is his phobia its not terrorists he's scared of
Body image issues he can't deal with the mirrors
A simple life working minimum wage
its killing him but fuck it its getting him paid
A paid slave performing a menial task
Then he just quit..."Thats why I don't believe in your ass"
Sharp words from his miltary dad lieutenant and Capt.
Co-workers never stopped to get his number
Never took time to just stop and call
He immersed hisself in movie plots
Loved Sonny from that flick Monster's Ball
Yeah one day he said he'd reenact it, lose it
When it came to showtime didn't have the balls to do it
So he picks up his laptop and jots his last words
Sticks his hand into cyberspace till he fully submerged
Can no longer take reality here on this Earth
When they finally looked for him in the computer room
There was nothing in the wooden chair
"Sonny" had disappeared too unlike us to stay here.

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