In the echoes of the pathos comes a groan
Off in the distance there’s a deep moan
Mocking perpetuality to the bone
Tragic circumstances
All alone

Give it all you got to give
There’s only one life to live
And it’s got to be so positive
Fake out all that’s negative

Happens in Pennsylvania
Started back in Transylvania
Circling into Mesopotamia
Lurking around the Lusitania

Out on a limb, end of the rope
On thin ice, fresh out of hope
Most likely addicted to dope
Best take your case to the pope

A noose is tightening ’round the neck
Put out the call, “All hands on deck”
Weeping with what the heck
They’ve written you a bogus check

Use great big feet and fist
Then better call a psychiatrist
Landed on the naughty list
Blistered by a brutal kiss

No need to weep nor to cry
You chose to count on a lie
Maybe you should be a spy
Hang the truth by and by

No more breakfast in bed
Can’t wait until light turns red
There’s a pounding in the head
Forgotten words that were said

Say that you can’t breathe
Handcuffs mean you can’t leave
Before it’s done you may grieve
And hardly able to deceive

Expect the worst of resistance
To defy the virtue of existence
Hate it when the boss is a grab-ass
Like you abhor cutting crabgrass

Don’t think you’re a badass
When you never caught a pass
Maybe it was the results
Just too many of the insults

To tolerate all of the faults
Manage the constant assaults
Try to be a bit more demure
Not an angry, raging Minotaur

Play the game like a centaur
Seek the solution and the cure
Never mind about the minister
Even if he’s not at all sinister

Put it in a bigger canister
Pull up the flags on the banister
So where is that ace in the hole?
Some place where it can’t even fold

Flipping about like a flag on a pole
Out in the open where the truth be told
Getting to wonder just when
Intuition follows your yen

Be a man amongst men
Get there first before the evil wind . . . . .
. . . .
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
The beginning near is the end

Fate lies right around the bend
Since you don’t you know when
. . . .
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
The beginning near is the end

Fate lies right around the bend
Since you don’t you know when

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