<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=433508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bumped and Grind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is the matter with you? <br>Why are you crying? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The longer I listen to you, <br>The more I wish...<br>I was on stronger medication.<br>Or, <br>I had a preference to numb my head, <br>With the drinking of alcohol...<br>Over allowing my mind, <br>To be bumped and grind...<br>On a daily basis! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The more I see your eyes roll up, <br>With fresh creations of lies to tell.<br>The more I sit and wish...<br>Your lips would come together.<br>And a silence I once knew well.<br>Would come to pay me a prolonged visit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why? <br>I ask myself! <br>Why does anyone believe, <br>That the creation of more lies...<br>Should excite anyone listening with a consciousness.<br>Especially when it is known, <br>That people who do this...<br>Do their best to convince, <br>Floors made to be walked upon...<br>Are not for that! <br>That's what the ceiling is made for! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God...<br>Please let me not catch You on vacation.<br>And help me, <br>Dear Father...<br>To become invisible please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I committed treason? <br>Or plagued humanity with a global disease? <br>I've done none of these, My Father! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father...<br>Please allow the babbling I hear constantly, <br>To drift away from my consciousness.<br>And from it I am peacefully freed...<br>From the sound of these flapping lips! <br>What have I done to deserve any of this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only teased to strip, <br>And run butt naked in the streets.<br>However, <br>My Father...<br>If You give me a sign, <br>I would not hesitate to do this one bit! <br>If THIS is Your wish...<br>PLEASE, <br>Let that now be known! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do you want me to leave? <br>Is that what you're saying? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God...? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do you want me to leave? <br>Is that what you're saying? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father God...? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do you? Do You? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, <br>Where are you in my hour of need?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</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=433508" data-title="Bumped and Grind de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="'What is the matter with you? Why are you crying? ' The longer I listen to you, The more I wish... I was on stronger medication. Or, I had a preference to numb my head, With the drinking of alcohol... Over allowing my mind, To be bumped and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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