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Kill The Boss
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Sitting here thinking of killing you
Maybe electrocution would work
I sure do hate my job,
My boss is a knob
He's a pompous and arrogant berk
I could slam your fat head in the copier
And print off a page at a time,
Your nose squashed to the glass
With my boot up your arse
As I run from the scene of the crime
You are really begining to drain me,
I should staple your thumbs to your head,
There'll be blood up the walls
As I stamp on your balls
If you touch my tits mister, you're dead.
© Marjorie Razorblade 2003
See Saw Marjorie Whore
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On the emotional scale of one to ten
One being the lowest a cynic of men
A nice stable number would be seven or eight
And I would be married and naked look great,
Stuck here on this see-saw my friends are on five,
They don't get no action but waist down are alive,
My mothers advice-to get there as well
My crack sees less action than Old Liberty Bell,
Yes serial bell ringing soloist me,
Stuck here on my see-saw at a sad number three.
(c) Marjorie Razorblade
Thanks for nothing
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You're the ugliest most boring
And depressive of them all,
What you have to say is pointless
And I don't agree at all,
Why you bother is beyond me
And I wish that you would die,
Should I tell you that you bore me
Or just poke you in the eye?
Oh I wish that you would shut up
Get run over by a train
Your willy is too tiny
And the same goes for your brain,
I wish i'd never met you
Or agreed to be your wife
You'll be dead before tommorow
Thanks for ruining my life.
(C) Marjorie Razorblade
Smile
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I've been exposed to the infective world of laughter
And it breaks my heart to find the cure lies elsewhere
I tried everything
To bring laughter to your life and a promise of happiness
But it was all in vain nothing lasts forever
And I can only laugh for the shortest while
And slowly your laughter becomes the ghost of my smile.
(c) Marjorie Razorblade
Do not Disturb
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Waking and sleepwalking through hazy mornings
Alarm clocks call unanswered
Grope for the silencer,
Closed off in my cotton wool world
Muted buttons pressed
Oblivious to outside expectations
Seamless and unending; another ball of wool on an oversized jumper
Havoc wreaking in dull throbbing corners
Fingers tapping on lips trying to place the forgotten muffled voices
Deeper cocooned in stifling closeness
And when I do wake,
I'll try my very best, not to scream.
(c) Marjorie Razorblade
8 am Strawberry Line
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Angry nose-love-faced doe-eyed stranger...
I've fallen in love with you.
You sit opposite me on a train
As I look out of the window
I can see you looking me up and down out of the corner of my eye
Take your time, but don't judge a book by its cover
*No dont get off here pleeease..*
*Stayonstayonstayon*
'Excuse me' wrenched from my daydream about us together, you brush by me to stand by the doors
You're behind me, I can feel you staring at the back of my head
I can't help but smile, I can see your reflection in the glass,
You're smiling at me and pointing at your face
Ok, you're a liitle strange, but I still think you're beautiful
Still you point.
Ok, you should stop that now before I get scared
You shake your head then lean over and whisper in my ear-
'Oh my God.'
I look in the glass at myself and horror strikes me
You give me a tissue from your back pocket....
I have jam on my nose.
© Marjorie Razorblade 2002
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