fucking pinball,
chaos theory, and
what
the
hell
just happened!
BAM! BAM!
BANG
and you're off like a rocket
red glare in your pocket
thunder for a rainy day
not how you said, but what you say
stereotype, shake me like a rag doll
I got gunpowder and I ain't afraid
last chance, would you take the last dance?
all alone so I guess I'm brave
but now, game over
and I'm out of quarters.
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life is hard and confusing.
verbal arcade games, however, are epic.
BUT HE SURE PLAYS A MEAN PINBALLLL -cue music-
i won't be able to be as witty or sage-like as rye or annie, so basically this poem is really awesome but kind of made me want duck for cover.
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