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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Up In The Attic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took a room in a boarding house<br>In a seedy part of town, <br>I hadn't worked for a month or so<br>And was feeling rather down, <br>My girl had left with another guy<br>Who promised her thrills and rings, <br>While I could offer her take-away<br>Among other boring things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I really felt I was down and out, <br>The insurance wasn't through, <br>I'd caught my arm in a roller, and<br>You know what that can do.<br>With plaster up to my elbow, I<br>Could get no sort of work, <br>So had to exist on the government, <br>And I felt like a prime jerk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd always been independent<br>So my pride had taken a hit, <br>The landlord hurried me out<br>As soon as the rent was behind a bit, <br>The boarding house, it was ancient, <br>A Victorian red brick, <br>A mansion once, but converted<br>Into rooms, for the broke, and sick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sank in a deep depression, <br>I could barely go out the door, <br>Fish and chips was the staple meal<br>That I bought from the corner store, <br>I'd slink back in to my tiny room<br>And eat from the daily news, <br>The only things of the world outside<br>That I learned, were the column views.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd thought Denise was my passion, <br>My charm in a mundane life, <br>I'd thought she'd always be there for me<br>And asked her to be my wife, <br>But that was before the accident, <br>She'd hummed and hah'd, ‘We'll see! '<br>But set her star on the shiny car<br>Of the guy who came after me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay and thought of her often, <br>I thought she was most unkind, <br>And tried to maintain my anger, but<br>Could not get her out of my mind.<br>What made it worse, as a sort of curse<br>Were the sounds from up above, <br>The guy, up there in the attic, <br>Laughing, joking and making love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls tripped up in the evening, <br>Up the stairs, right past my room, <br>I heard them giggle and whispering<br>As I lay there, deep in gloom.<br>I wondered about the attraction, <br>Was he rich, this guy, or what? <br>So why was he there in a boarding house<br>In an attic - what had he got? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music came through the ceiling, <br>I could hear them dancing there, <br>They kept me awake to the early hours<br>As I slumped in an old armchair, <br>They'd come in pairs, or one at a time<br>And they'd leave, but just on dawn, <br>After I'd heard the bedsprings creak<br>And a low, but sultry moan! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He and the landlord were thick as thieves<br>But I never caught sight of him, <br>I asked him once, ‘Who's the guy up there? <br>It sounds like he's running a gym! '<br>‘Now don't you bother your head, my lad, <br>He's a friend, and an honoured guest, <br>He don't take kindly to strangers, so<br>Just keep to yourself, it's best! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I started leaving an open door<br>So I'd see the girls who came, <br>Dressed to kill in their mini-skirts<br>They all looked much the same, <br>One evening, one came very late<br>When I'd thought I'd have some peace, <br>She stopped by the door and looked at me, <br>And I blurted out, ‘Denise! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She caught her breath and she looked at me<br>Then hurried on up the stair, <br>Determined she wouldn't talk to me<br>As I sat in a mute despair, <br>I thought at first to follow her<br>But I slammed the door, said ‘No! <br>I'm not going to play her silly games, '<br>But listened from down below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music played and I heard her voice, <br>Her laugh, but soft and sweet, <br>She certainly had no thought for me<br>As I slumped there, in defeat.<br>I heard the bedsprings creak at last<br>And I knew it was over then, <br>But she never came down the stairs that night<br>And I woke, just after ten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to turn the light on, but<br>It seemed to have blown the globe, <br>I climbed on a chair to change it, and<br>It flashed, just like a strobe, <br>Something was dripping along my arm<br>Sticky, the colour of mud, <br>I jumped off the chair, and opened the door<br>To the hallway, it was blood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran up the stairs, two at a time<br>And I kicked in the attic door, <br>Denise was naked, such as she was, <br>She lay, spread out on the floor, <br>I took out the guy with a single hit<br>And I looked at the mantelpiece, <br>For there was a head on a metal spit, <br>And I cried out, ‘No! - Denise! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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In a seedy part of town, 
I hadn't worked for a month or so
And was feeling rather down, 
My girl had left with another guy
Who promised her thrills and rings, 
While I could offer her take-away
Among other boring..."></div>
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