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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Day At The Loaf



Well I drove to the loaf and I talked to my coach, he said I'm in the seed,
But the very next day when I went to pay, they gave me bib sixteen,
So the ruts were on, when I flipped the wand, and pushed into the race,
The rest of the pack, had the wind at their back, but I had it on my face,

Well I got real late and I, lost my line, 
Now I'm, 28th, now I'm, 29,
Sittin' thirty when the TD called a slip,

And this, first year two, ripping, down the course,
He's a, little dude, with bib eighty-four,
Well he got a time a little faster than mine, and bumped me out of flip.

Well I'm, ski racing, sliding most of my turns,
My edges feel dull, and my bases are burned,
And my coach ain't that concerned with the way I ski,

Yeah I'm, ski racing, and it's sinking my grades,
Hit a rock on my racers shredding pow in the glades,
And I finish on the second page of results each week,
And the forecast is looking bleak,

Well my socks are bogged, and my goggles fogged, I been skiing in a bit of a haze,
Since my second year three it's been downhill for me, I don't mean that in a literal way,

These ninety-fours, that I used to crush, 
now when, I'm on course, they just beat me up,
I wish my mom would stop checking livetiming,

And these, clumps of snow sticking, to my boot, 
I can't get them off, so I guess I'm screwed,
And when my ski pops off, it will just renew my hate for marker bindings,

Well I'm, ski racing, sliding most of my turns,
My edges feel dull, and my bases are burned,
And my coach ain't that concerned with the way I ski,

Yeah I'm, ski racing, and it's sinking my grades,
Hit a rock on my racers shredding pow in the glades,
And I finish on the second page of results each week,
And the forecast is looking bleak,

I was 13 years old when I had my last thanksgiving,
I spent that time in Canada and came out barely living,
The NCAA says soon I'll be too old to ski,
But fuck that noise, take it from me... you can always PG
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Well I'm, ski racing, sliding most of my turns,
My edges feel dull, and my bases are burned,
And my coach ain't that concerned with the way I ski,

Yeah I'm, ski racing, and it's sinking my grades,
Hit a rock on my racers shredding pow in the glades,
And I finish on the second page of results each week,
And the forecast is looking bleak.

2 comments:

  1. Autobiographic tale of my twenty years in the Korean unifying movement of the self-styled reverend Sun Myung Moon, the Unification Church, very active in Japan, in United States and in Europe. A recognition in the language denoted of plagiarism and self plagiarism, that characterize the interpersonal transaction in the mystical micro-cults. Strategies “no profit” to recycle a remarkable huge amount of money, deriving by philanthropic fundraising, in normal activities “full profit”. The secrets of the fundraising and sales “door to door”. Entirely transposed by my time in the more articulate, picturesque mystical enterprise of the history: the Moon’s sect or... the cleverest fraud of the history! http://www.amazon.it/Little-God-Syndrome-happily-Frontiers-ebook/dp/B00WH6DQOW/

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