I feel the same when some bloody idiot can't tell the difference between a metaphor and a simile.
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izzythepush
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Tue 3 Feb, 2026 04:58 am
@edgarblythe,
Well done Ed, it's very good.
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edgarblythe
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Tue 3 Feb, 2026 07:13 am
@edgarblythe,
Moving it to this page. Thanks fot thr positive comments.
edgarblythe wrote:
When writing stalls, I often dash off a few more lyrics.
The Mall of Broken Dreams
You saw me ride on the stairs all alone
Looking like a hound who's hungry for a bone
You placed two pickles on my oily sandwich bun
Served me food in the mall of broken dreams
You are the song everyone wants to sing
The Hallelujah in the halls of the king
You are the antidote to all of my suffering
I found you in the mall of broken dreams
Gave me packages of red stuff for my fries
Leaning across the counter with bold crazy eyes
In that moment I saw Van Gogh's swirling skies
On the ceiling in the mall of broken dreams
And I sang the song that you made me sing
As you filled a cone with scoops of ice cream
Then rounded it before you handed it to me
Intense heaven in the mall of broken dreams
You gave me back my bank card it was declined
You showed me my name on the wall it was red lined
You left for home with a man more or less refined
You left me homeless in the mall of broken dreams
You were the song I needed to sing
The Hallelujah in the halls of the king
To be the antidote to all of my suffering
When I found you in the mall of broken dreams
