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Flying Lemming


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10 december 2011

An Idiot

I'd love to be an idiot,
And never have a care.
About the crap that's in the sea,
Or poison in the air.

I want to be an idiot,
And never be afraid.
Of the snipers deadly gun,
Or muggers slicing blade.

I long to be an idiot,
And live in my own world.
Where violence doesn't raise its head,
And no abuse is hurled.

I beg to be an idiot,
Not waiting by the phone.
And even when I'm by myself,
I'd never feel alone.

I wish to be an idiot,
A dim and dozy dope.
Whatever things went wrong with life,
I'd never give up hope.

Yes, if I was an idiot,
Hatred, hurt and pain.
Would never ever bother me
And I'd be born again.

But, if I was an idiot,
And missed out all the strife.
I'd miss out all the other things,
That make up every life.

The heartfelt words, the warmth, the love,
The closeness and all that.
I don't want to be an idiot,
I think I'll stay a PRAT






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