Nicholas Neato Poems

I could be the one for you
Live for all the silly things you do
The way you'd smile at me
Telling me I'd get through it
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Everything I write
I feel is turned to gold
I have the midas tongue
It allows stories to unfold
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Get your teeth off of me
I wasn't born a skeleton
No bones for your gnawing eyes
No pillowed feathers for sleep
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She asked but for one favour
Not sure as to what it was
But hopefully this helps lift
That heavy hearted sun
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I'm stuck again
Writers block
Words in motion
Suddenly stop
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Everyone thinks thier so smart these days
Everyone thinks they know
It's getting on my nerves
Day to day
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Avoiding this flock
Those pretty girls
With ruby lipstick and hems
Getting into a sticky web of pretend
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Fashioned to the fashion beast
look out, your quite the feast
Teeth as sharp as the deceased
Get your filthy teeth off of me
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Yeah, Draw your lines
Cause I'm cross, cross, crossing them
Dressed up and slipped out
Disappearing act, or am I in
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My tongue is the gun
My word is the bullet
My brain is the trigger
I'm itching and twitching to pull it
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