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Fingernails   on   a   Chalkboard

Your orange hawk,
Doesn't mesh with my blonde,
You're unaware,
I can't see you through that smoke screen,
Your leather and your punk,
Your obstinant funk,
What does it do for you?
And I try,
Though diametrically opposed,
And we don't often agree,
It's good I suppose?
I think bright,
YOu think...
You'll be saying,
"Want a coke with those fries?"
If you don't get on the right track,
And face facts,
This train of life will leave with out you,
If you're not on time,
And you don't even know where to buy a ticket,