Thieves
The pretty tableThe satin tableclothI remember them through my tearsAlwaysLurking behind some doorHe came with Gummi Bears.He shook the floorUntil the silver statuesNo longer stoodAnd neither did my stomach.To the ProzacWent the best of themBut they still shot themselves.On the dark stairwayI could hear the shots go offWhile the dog barkedAnd the floor shook.Through the bars of my dank stairwayI saw the centaur come and steal our statues.I got my head stuck in the bars.It never came out.Suicide in a bathing suit.Beautiful at one time,Now nothing left.Not even our silver statues. Written August 22nd, 2001 © on Aug 22 2001 02:11 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 1
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"The pretty tableThe satin tableclothI remember them through my tearsAlwaysLurking behind some doorHe came with Gummi Bears.He shook the floorUntil the silver statuesNo longer stoodAnd neither did my stomach.To the ProzacWent the best of themBut they still shot themselves.On the dark stairwayI could hear the shots go offWhile the dog barkedAnd the floor shook.Through the bars of my dank stairwayI saw the centaur come and steal our statues.I got my head stuck in the bars.It never came out.Suicide in a bathing suit.Beautiful at one time,Now nothing left.Not even our silver statues...."