<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Just a Statistic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm just a statistic <br>Who's just another number<br>I need to kill someone <br>To find myself a doctor </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time's vacuumed my soul <br>and my conscience is revoked <br>There's lots of little holes <br>Where my minds decomposed <br>And there's scabies in the ceiling <br>between the cold war hemispheres <br>while flooding whispers are shrieking <br> A reproduction of King Lear </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There's bars on the dollhouse <br>Where ship of fools sails <br>I'm getting looks from a door mouse <br>Who's eradicating the veils <br>behind tableaux's of impressions <br>words are pouring from the guilty <br>wraiths in Wordsmiths clothing <br>Elicit rudiments of frailty </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I'm just a statistic <br>A calculated problem<br>Who need's to kill someone <br>To find myself a doctor</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now all the vases have shattered <br>To the sailors blue sojourn <br>While the cellar doors fractured <br>On the camels backs hump <br>I've swallowed my condolence <br>And given sanity its notice <br>Paid the dues for moral patience <br>But am conscripted as its patient </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There's an Obscured Riviera<br>For the tears in the halos<br>Where all hope is primavera <br>To the black holes with cradles <br>Buried half forsaken diamonds <br>Underneath impoverished sandboxes<br>Where the cows are all whining <br>To play more games on X boxes </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now I'm a statistic <br>A unit that's measured<br>Between good and bad<br>Who just needs a doctor</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where do you go? <br>When sanity is long missing <br>and melodies rampaging <br>through a highway of skulls <br>That's been ransacked in a dell </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been lectured to screaming <br>from a drill head that's peeling <br>My cranium's now leaking <br>With a hemorrhage that's creaking</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>You climb the clouds to go down <br>onto the sea of fellow exiles <br>Looking for answers in the pavement <br>Where no real truth is written <br>And you're stitched into pieces <br>that are detraining threads <br>From the residue of straws<br>Broken from the camel's back<br>You can listen to in surround sound</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I'm just a person <br>killing myself looking<br>To find a good doctor <br>Where I'm just statistic</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430696" data-title="Just a Statistic de Kevin Patrick" data-description="I'm just a statistic Who's just another number I need to kill someone To find myself a doctor Time's vacuumed my soul and my conscience is revoked There's lots of little holes Where my minds decomposed And there's scabie..."></div> </div> </div>

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