The Other It
by star R flight
Sunday, December 01, 2002
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"IT's" bold and cold;
"IT's" making you upset.
"IT's" testing you at your best;
"IT's" bringing you down,
You're always wearing a frown.
You can't escape from the masters crate.
"IT's" got you locked in,
Without an end.
You try your best,
To prolong your request,
To let you out of "IT's" nest.
It tracks your every move,
"IT's" always looking at you.
Looking over your shoulder,
Making you older.
What can you do?
To get out of this Zoo.
The Other IT.
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