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I knocked on your door
you welcomed me in
Encouraged me to be a part
of the activities within
Suggestions were met with joy and horror
Young ones enthused
heard the money rolling in
Old ones, bemused
couldn't stand the din
It never could be a battle to win
you made false promises
we felt swindled
your walls were beginning to bleed
I want to do more
but now I have to leave before I get sore
Goodbye old friend - Hello freedom!
Before you get sore? Oh aye?!
I like lots of this - this line especially 'your walls were beginning to bleed'. I don't know what it's alluding to, but I like the implicit danger of it.
<Deleted User> (7164)
Fri 22nd Oct 2010 13:59
I decided to have a bash at the freedom theme. Comments welcome :-)
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Ann Foxglove
Fri 22nd Oct 2010 19:51
I see this as a meeting up with an old friend who has become completley materialistic and lost their soul in the process. So nice to have your clear presence back here! xx