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Hearts more rigid than barbed-wire fences

Minds less open than abandoned truck stops

Are slowly eroding my defenses;

Sponges and mops to my countertops.



They climb the stairs and douse the glow.

These cold figures have got to go.



This world should be more like a playground

And less like a stockholders' meeting.

Nobody I know cares for the sound

Of an army of sheep bleating,

Yet we must pay the toll or throw a token

When we can't decipher the message spoken.



They make this journey a labored climb.

These cold figures live on borrowed time.



Somewhere on this voyage the tide turned.

Alliances crumbled and cast ashore.

The only way I'll get this cream churned

Is buying butter at the corner store.



Devil's Advocate is the name of the game.

It's not how to help but who to blame.

Today's lesson should be how to become you,

Not why it is we cannot overcome you.



They present a door without a knob.

These cold figures don't do their job.



I could lean on myself like the Tower of Pisa,

Keep my eyes wide open with toothpicks,

Subsist on cold coffee and colder pizza

Existing only for your bag of tricks -

But I've got a life course I plan to contend with;

It's not you whom the story of mine will end with.



Such icicles should be seldom felt.

These cold figures should be made to melt.



If your game plan's being tough as nails

You should recheck what the contract entails

Because in this fickle world you can be replaced

By someone understanding of his proper place;

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there.

Bloodhounds like you striding down these halls

Should know that as well as I...

It's time now to say "bye bye."



Let's soak them in gas and grizzle.

My how these cold figures sizzle!