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3 pieces, all of which written for Chron's rFPS. Enjoy. Or don't, up to you.
John's a twenty first century man.
Goes to the gym three days a week.
Stays fit, stays happy.
Waves up his national flag every morning.
Sings the national anthem while driving.
Gets along with his coworkers.
Saving up money for a new car.
No more going home stressed from work for him.
No more paranoia for him.
Takes his sleeping pills each night.
Wakes up, starts over again.
John's got a twenty first century family.
A lovely wife he comes home to every day.
He loves her so much,
but doesn't know what love is.
He sometimes tries to show his love,
but doesn't know how to show something that isn't real.
Sends her texts every day on his smartphone.
They pay their bills regularly.
They never argue.
They're a happy couple.
John's a twenty first century man.
He saved up for his new car.
He bought it.
It was a blue car.
Powerful.
Safe.
He drove it for hours and hours.
Saw one just like it with a man in it, just like him.
They crashed.
The airbags didn't help.
The cars weren't safe.
Their windows cried.
They weren't sure what they were crying about.
John's a twenty first century man.
No.
He's a dead man.
Fear the conqueror,
do not look into his eyes.
He is the white dragon,
and he will ensure your demise.
Fear the warrior,
do not even try to fight.
His color is blood red,
with him he brings only blight.
Fear the famine,
black as a crow.
With his fiery breath,
he shall burn all your crops.
Fear your Death,
for it is inevitable.
The pale dragon comes
to take you to your grave.
My friend was very fun,
until he pulled out a gun.
Shot my brother dead,
I couldn’t get out of bed,
didn’t want to see anyone.
Some say they arrested my friend,
I didn’t really care if he would meet his end.
Never liked my brother anyway,
why would I be crying every day?
Others just couldn’t comprehend.
I hate having friends,
they give me the bends.
Life wasn’t any bad,
I wasn’t really sad.
But I had nothing to do on weekends.
All those people who thought they felt sorry,
didn’t really know about the full story.
My brother wasn’t a nice man,
he was part of some creepy clan.
Yet, he still had a lot of glory.
People tell me I should stop the drinking,
but I like it when I’m sinking.
The alcohol warms up my heart,
although it doesn’t make me very smart.
I really should start my recovery with some thinking.
21st Century
John's a twenty first century man.
Goes to the gym three days a week.
Stays fit, stays happy.
Waves up his national flag every morning.
Sings the national anthem while driving.
Gets along with his coworkers.
Saving up money for a new car.
No more going home stressed from work for him.
No more paranoia for him.
Takes his sleeping pills each night.
Wakes up, starts over again.
John's got a twenty first century family.
A lovely wife he comes home to every day.
He loves her so much,
but doesn't know what love is.
He sometimes tries to show his love,
but doesn't know how to show something that isn't real.
Sends her texts every day on his smartphone.
They pay their bills regularly.
They never argue.
They're a happy couple.
John's a twenty first century man.
He saved up for his new car.
He bought it.
It was a blue car.
Powerful.
Safe.
He drove it for hours and hours.
Saw one just like it with a man in it, just like him.
They crashed.
The airbags didn't help.
The cars weren't safe.
Their windows cried.
They weren't sure what they were crying about.
John's a twenty first century man.
No.
He's a dead man.
Four Dragons
Fear the conqueror,
do not look into his eyes.
He is the white dragon,
and he will ensure your demise.
Fear the warrior,
do not even try to fight.
His color is blood red,
with him he brings only blight.
Fear the famine,
black as a crow.
With his fiery breath,
he shall burn all your crops.
Fear your Death,
for it is inevitable.
The pale dragon comes
to take you to your grave.
The Man Who Had (No) Friends
My friend was very fun,
until he pulled out a gun.
Shot my brother dead,
I couldn’t get out of bed,
didn’t want to see anyone.
Some say they arrested my friend,
I didn’t really care if he would meet his end.
Never liked my brother anyway,
why would I be crying every day?
Others just couldn’t comprehend.
I hate having friends,
they give me the bends.
Life wasn’t any bad,
I wasn’t really sad.
But I had nothing to do on weekends.
All those people who thought they felt sorry,
didn’t really know about the full story.
My brother wasn’t a nice man,
he was part of some creepy clan.
Yet, he still had a lot of glory.
People tell me I should stop the drinking,
but I like it when I’m sinking.
The alcohol warms up my heart,
although it doesn’t make me very smart.
I really should start my recovery with some thinking.
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