by targetman377 on Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:32 am
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the poster used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people laugh
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every day i cheeked this thread.
Bad news in the thread;
I couldn’t see very many posters.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the the longest thread deid .
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in chewy above,
If the monkey tells you so?
Do you believe in muy's rock ’n roll,
Can army of God save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to post a pic real big?
Well, I know that you’re missing autolad
`cause I saw you wishing he was’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, we announced our bid for the wight house.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With bad English skills and a weakness for risk,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the the posters stopped coming.
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for 4 weeks targetman been on his own
And moss grows fat on a loney wolfs den ,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the lone wolf sang for the Stares and moon,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the cobra was looking down,
The luciria stole his Ekens.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lord voldomort read a book of lies,
The quirk kept post bannana pictures on wendseday,
And the monkey sang praises to chewy in the dark
The day the posters stoped comming.
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
victor sulliven came in a winter.
The poster flew off with a silence posters,
Eight post in a week was all it moved.
It landed in an abandoned wolfs den.
The targetman tried for a full recovery,
With the apey making cookies in a cast.
Now the religion started there was sweet poster
While the Critics yelled a truthful tune.
We all got up to PRAY,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the gray tried to take the red link;
The posters refused to post.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the longest thread vanished?
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in the interweb
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause silence is the finial end.
Oh, and as I knew i was the last on on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that posters not returning spell.
And as the my post grew fewer and fewer into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw spamlot repies laughing with delight
The day the posters ceased
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a lackattack who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news,
But he just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d bought the auto attack coffee mugs years before,
But the dice there where way to streaky and would not win.
And in the form: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The posters all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, George washington and my grandpa
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the posts died out.
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
So bye-bye, miss longest thread.
scrowled my mouse to the link,
But the link was gray.
And them good old boys were not posting
at all-----l’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
VOTE AUTO/TARGET in 12