Seppuku

You may not know me,
But I’m the man who drives you to school every morning,
The man who you never say ‘hello’ to,
When you drop your oddly assorted coins into the coin box.
See you won’t remember me,
But I am the old man standing outside the liquor store,
Who asked you for some change.
You don’t know me,
But I’m the 14 year old girl who doesn’t want to mother a product of rape.
I don’t think you notice me,
But we always cross paths in the halls.
See, you might not remember me,
But I’m the kid who sat behind you in 4th hour English,
The one who always used to tell you how well you looked,
Every day,
Yeah, The one you always ignore.
I’m not sure you notice me,
But I’m the one that doesn’t go home at night,
For fear my brother’s drunk again.
Yeah, you don’t know me,
But while you were at home, still playing with your Barbie-dolls and Matchbox cars,
I was the kid laying in a hospital bed,
Wondering if I’d wake up tomorrow.
I was the one,
The one who always used to ask you to the dance,
And you’d say no, because your friends were there.
I’m the guy,
That one who sells drugs to feed my 4 kids,
And my dying wife.
Yeah, I’m the kid,
The kid that you used to make fun of on the playground.
See, you don’t know me,
But I’m just like you,
I bleed like you,
I cry like you,
But See, you’ll never know me,
Because I won’t be there tomorrow.


Slightly Revised

[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited January 21, 2004).]

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LIES!
depressive that seems...
stay away from dull knives

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<Genki> oh, where are you going, with beards all a waggin, no knowin no knowin what bring dear Mr. Baggins, and Balin, and Dwalin, here down in the vally Ah ha!

It's meant to be more of a "You'd be suprised by some of the **** out there, grandma"

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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin

That is if people performed seppuku anymore....which they don't...

P.S. Seppuku isn't performed when people are all suicidal and down. It's a sacred ritual, it was considered an honor to die like that.

Other then those little mistakes. Great Jorb.
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Gondor has no pants.
Gondor needs no pants.

[This message has been edited by Rod-Nog (edited January 21, 2004).]

Revision for Repitition:

Seppuku

You don‘t know me,
But I’m the man who drives you to school every morning,
The man who you never say ‘hello’ to,
When you drop your oddly assorted coins into the coin box.
You don‘t know me,
But I am the old man standing outside the liquor store,
Who asked you for some change.
You don’t know me,
But I’m the 14 year old girl who doesn’t want to mother a product of rape.
You don‘t know me,
But we always cross paths in the halls,
and you never notice me.
See, You don‘t know me,
But I’m the kid who sat behind you in 4th hour English,
The one who always used to tell you how well you looked,
Every day,
Yeah, The one you always ignore.
You don‘t know me,
But I don’t bathe often,
Because I’d rather pay for food.
You don‘t know me,
But I’m the one that doesn’t go home at night,
For fear my brother’s drunk again.
You don‘t know me,
But I’m the gay kid who never shows up for gym.
Yeah, You don‘t know me,
But while you were at home, still playing with your Barbie-dolls and Matchbox cars,
I was the kid laying in a hospital bed,
Wondering if I’d wake up tomorrow.
You don‘t know me,
But I was the one who always used to ask you to the dance,
And you’d say no, because your friends were there.
You don‘t know me,
But I’m the guy who sells drugs to feed my 4 kids,
And my dying wife.
You don‘t know me,
But I’m the girl who’s perfect,
The one with all of the friends,
And all of the most fashionable Clothes,
The one who’s got aids.
You don‘t know me,
I’m the kid that you used to make fun of on the playground,
The one without any friends.
See, You don‘t know me,
But I’m just like you,
I bleed like you,
I cry like you,
But See, You’ll never know me,
Because I won’t be there tomorrow.

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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin

[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited January 21, 2004).]

And here was me thinking that this was going to be something about an electric tree... I WANT MY ELETRIC TREE DAMNIT! The poem is well written, but for the record: i am officially afraid of you now.

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Americans call it "Tuna Fish". Canadians call it "Tuna". We just assume that it's a fish.

Yeah, model an electric tree.

Anyway, very disturbing.

IN A GOOD WAY! A GOOD WAY!

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The Matrix: Unplugged

I'm a C4D b****!

Psycho.. [/Adam Sandler]

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Member of the Minneassian Council

I read about you in the obituaries...

Bend the black tree to compensate for the pain you paint on your flesh
so pretty.
Taste the sour river of pain to wash down the ashes, and the pills that make you so
bold.
Scrape off the caked on blood and make a place for a lipstick wound that wont
hurt.
Trade sticks and stones for a new role ‘cause I’m so
into you.
This broadcast went black and I’m staring face to face with an image to mimic your
appearance.
You appear to me as a broken winged dove with the cause only to be
loved.
Close your eyes for the first time around someone you trust because trust is something I
need.
Praise a new god or a saint similar in style and you’ll find that the trite can bend for
someone new.
Dine on me and I’ll show you my heart of flies and mothballs
galore.
Staple my lips to yours if pain is what you need because this pain is lust for
me.
Maybe you could cry something new and I won’t have to find a red tissue that wont seemed
stained.
Time me and you’ll find that in a matter of lifetimes I can make you hate someone new
someone other than you.

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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin

BASHO! Banana tree!

Wow. That first one is good. The second was slightly umm confusing, but that's probably just me.

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"The Oracle told me I would die with my boots on. I've worn tennis shoes ever since." - Axis

That's a good poem/story.

Reminds me of the story about the guy who was going home to kill himself, but another guy befriended him, then he ended up becoming valedictorian and spoke about his friendship at graduation.

I tried to find the story in its entirety, but wasn't able to. Hopefully people know what I'm talking about and it's not too confusing.

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I'm the Christian the devil warned you about.