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    dots Submission Name: The janitordots

    Author: Localfreak
    ASL Info:    37, Maybe, Here
    Elite Ratio:    5.37 - 131/123/76
    Words: 302
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       This is the final part in the trilogy of the hero.
    it's not a huge finale but... you know....

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    dotsThe janitordots

    Once I felt useful
    Talked the talk, walked the walk and taught all who'd listen
    I was sure that the answer to all life's mysteries
    Was buried inside of me, to be unearthed.... someday.

    I was the proud knight who galloped to fame
    Who rescued the damsels from the demons and flame
    I lifted the weak and coddled the young
    While I waited in patience for my song to be sung.

    To be sung....

    Maybe hummed

    A fanfare played out on a little tin drum?

    No hurrahs, no gleeful hugs
    The damsels washed their hair and headed out to go get drunk
    The young spat words of spite and hate, and the weak beat down the poor.

    I see now with clearer eyes and know the job I did was useless
    That nobody needed what I gave, for I'm the one who's hopeless

    I sit and watch the world go by
    As mothers slip up and babies cry
    As damsels seek out demons, to put them to the pyre
    and the people that I care for fall, where my hand was brushed aside.

    A knight I was, I swore to be.
    To protect those from the hell outside
    Only to see where the demons rise
    inside, for each and every one, inside

    No fanfare

    no thanks

    But to help, I shall still do what I can

    A knight is no longer in this day and age.
    But where people choose to fall, I pick them up again.
    Where garbage of life is overflowing in sin
    I shall push all I can, and clear the path home.

    Thought the white knight is dead.
    I still shall stand by
    I shall pick up the pieces
    as the Janitor of life.

    Submitted on 2013-02-01 14:59:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      There's nothing like another round of carousing marauder syllogisms. I think I'll title my next work "Mercenary Mendacity : the umbrage ultraism of unary ultimatums unity". See if I can set the world free with my jihadist demagoguery.

    | Posted on 2013-02-17 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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