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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Friendship >> ID #1458225  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Positively 5th Street
A lyric expressing anger towards a friend. Sequel to the Bob Dylan song.
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When the rain is beatin’ down upon my face
I try to pace,
this ain’t a race,
this ain’t a chase,
and as I walk past the base,
I take my place,
and rest my case,
and say,
“I told you Thrace.”

Like rolling thunder
I take the blunder
to ponder and wonder.
And as my body gets hotter,
and my mind gets colder,
hatred I muster,
as ominous becomes the weather
and say,
“I told you Webster.”

Now here I pay
and there you play
near the overcast bay
and down she lays
and up through the night I stay
for forty days.
I don’t sleep when awoken are the blue jays,
but I say,
“I told you Kay.”

You have your chance,
so teach me to dance,
I’ll advance
and enhance,
and raise my lance,
to keep my stance,
and hold up my pants,
which contain no ants,
that, I leave to chance.

Hey Pat,
you’re a rat,
so step upon the mat,
to evade the cat.
You better listen to Matt,
‘cause he told you to scat.
And while you’re at
it, eat the nats.

I don’t like you,
‘cause all you do
is laugh at all who
hang about with no right shoe;
but I have a clue
that you could use,
and I don’t mean to abuse you,
but you can’t see blue!

Why oh why
do you say that I
want you to die?
You know that’s a lie.
I never made you cry
never made you fly like Lucy in the Sky,
never said goodbye,
I never made you die;
I just say,
“I told you why!”

You got a lot’a nerve, to say you are my friend.
When my life was blowin’ in the wind,
you just stood there with a grin.
You got a lot’a nerve, to say you got a helping hand to lend.
When I was down, you just stood there, thinkin’ you were gonna win.
But when I broke my shin,
you complained about your chin.
I used to be among the crowd you’re in,
but you just wanna be on the side that’ll win!
Oh how I’m glad we’re not kin,
‘cause I’d surely send
you to blend
with the Weathermen,
‘cause, it seems, that you like them!

You call yourself a leader,
but none consider,
you such.
You’re not much,
but you are a quitter,
and you litter, loiter,
you’re a faker, and a liar, and you smoke paper,
and I just say,
“I’m through with you Reeder!”
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