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From: "Lurker"
"No More"
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SCENE:
Cinquanta stands in the middle of a dark stage,
as cold as Lenin's cadaver, as resolute in his Idiocy
as a mule.
Todd Eldredge addresses him in all earnestness,
his voice trembling, his face that of a betrayed
religious zealot:
[Todd]
No more Decrees, PLEASE!
No more Jests.
There comes a day you say
What for?!!!!!
puhleeeze....
They disappoint, they dictate, they choke and they
block.
They plot and fax and scowl I fear they're killing my
Sport.
No more riddles!
No more jests!
No more Curses you can't undo
Left by Morons who do voodoo
No more Sanctions!
No more feelings
Time to Close Every Door
Just.........
NO MORE!!!!!!!!!
[Cinquanta]
Running away
You just do it!
Free from our ties that bind
No more Despair or Burdens to bear
Out there in the Circus Pit
Running away
Go to it!
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care
'Cause ISU can declare
That You will be blackballed blind
Just more questions...
Different kind
Where are you to go?
Where are you ever to go?
Running away will do it
Why sit around resigned?
Trouble is, son, the further you run
The more you'll feel underachieved
For I S U 'll leave you undone
and more (soft chuckle) ---
Because you will have left us behind
We make a mess
We never think
We pretend but we don't
You disappoint
In turn I guess
Forget tho' we won't
[Todd]
No more Clapsters waging War
Can't we just pursue our dreams
With our Els and our Pro Ams
Till that happy day arrives
How do you ignore -----
All the Non-Rules,
All the Dollars
All the Wolves all the Lies the false Hopes the bad
Vibes the Reverses
All the wondering what even worse is still in store
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All the Skating Fans .....
All the Dick-tater-heads .....
NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!
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