Ticket Ticket Ticket
TICKET TICKET TICKET
TICKET TICKET TICKET
TICKET TICKET TICKET
Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would
have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it
does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the
television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit
will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have
the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes
mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the
monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle
mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is
Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he
makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or
meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally
matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down
the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a
martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his
ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her
name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in
person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another
NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his
hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest.
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Jesus Freak Homeless
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