Sam Edison Poems

I keep battling Leprechauns on the hour every hour
As my eyes are set on Jesus, Leprechauns come to over power
They keep offering good whiskey and a good stout for me to devour
I think they realize my hearts like a flower
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I am sorry for all the wrong Ive done
I was a child thinking of only fun
So many victims of my evil choices
I can still hear your pleading voices
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How many strange homes will I wake up in
When will a new better life finally begin
How many gallons of alcohalic beverages will I consume
What does a man have to do to at least rent a room
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An angel hovers over Ninth Avenue guiding us drunks home
Keeping us who are lonsome company so we dont feel alone
An angel glides down Tenth Avenue singing us a psalm
To all of us who are full of rage making sure we're calm
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She is the cats meow
She is the bees knees for sure
One touch and my heart jumps
So elegant yet pure
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Sitting under the moonlight with a beer in my hand
Drunken cries of disoriented ghouls arrange a formidable band
Music without soul sung by those dejected lost souls
Intoxication cannot stop the blood from gushing out of my ears
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Fallen victims are making love in the mist

Sorrows intertwining becoming one
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The ghosts of my lost relatives staring at me disappointed
Nuns throw me into a hot shower of holy water
Candles of different shades of red flicker to light up my soul
I wonder if the heavanly father truly does forgive me
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In the ring my opponent is the size of a globe
Plus he looking like he might take a bite of my ear lobe
He keeps landing punches that really should knock me out
But we been fighting since my birth infinite rounds in this bout
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Can you smell the fresh cut grass and feel the energy of the crowd
The roaring sound of thousands as they cheer what makes them proud
The sound of a wooden bat making contact with a fastball
The joy of millions at home watching their team give it their all
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