These times are tough.
These times are rough.
Time, there's just never enough.
I don't believe I was made for this.
I don't believe I can escape this.
I'm trapped and time is slipping away.
I don't understand these times.
I don't belonged in these times.
Time, precious time. Goodbye.
I'm tired of work
Tall stacks of papers.
I can't escape.
I'm drowning in boredom.
Pittsburgh is blue collar and black and gold. It's steel mills. It's a shot and a beer town.
Pittsburgh is the golden triangle. The three rivers. And Mount Washington. It's pirogies and Primantis. It's Mister Rogers and Billy Conn and The Chief, God bless them all.
Pittsburgh is the Terrible Towel and the Steel Curtain. The spirit of Honus and Clemente. It's Super Mario and the Pens. The City of Champions.
Pittsburgh is Squirrel Hill and Oakland. The north side and south side and the Strip District.
Pittsburgh is different and unique. It's one of a kind. Pittsburgh is someplace special.
Racing. High speed. Slick surface.
Final turn. Crash and burn.
Gone to Battle
Goodbye honey and goodbye children.
I hope to return and see you all again.
The forces are invading and must leave.
Goodbye, I hope to see you all again.
The unit arrived at the site of battle.
The lines have been drawn.
The plan prepared.
The time for battle.
I hope to survive and live another day.
I want to see my family is all I can say.
I'm dying inside.
Being buried alive.
I can't survive.
There is no way out.
As I scream and shout.
There is no doubt.
I have no feeling.
I have no senses.
I'm numb all over.
I'm dead inside.
What is it that makes people follow me or anyone else? Is it seeing a piece they wrote and liking it? Is it just a friendly gesture since someone is following you? I'm intrigued because I do it for both reasons. What about you fellow proser?
I'm the heir to the throne,
To the legendary Al Capone.
Don't arrest me for libel,
I'll put a bullet in a bible.
Let me sell ya some blow,
Before I get put on death row.
So much excitement. Buildup.
All leading to a single moment.
Then the letdown. Disappointment.
A land called Kashmir far far away.
The crazy Black Dog rules the land.
He will toss you into The Ocean.
Where you will meet Moby Dick.
And then be on a Stairway to Heaven.