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I make no promise and expect no change Yet find the need to arrange My words upon this page with angst Of what has become, or what has came Upon majority of human brain That love should leave and hate should stay Hardened minds of mental clay Crack and erode but never stray From cheap beliefs that bumper stickers say          Exactly why we're failing From the school house frequent sigher From the ever-flattened rubber tire From the foot penetrated by the briar From the sweat workers perspire From the president that you loved prior From the elderly man that won't retire From a name in lights to a world on fire Are cultivated by desire And cradled tightly in other's pliers           But no restraint is needed Those who believe you can be taught By a distant rifle shot Stain your clothes in ****** polka dots And leave you lying there to rot The media lay still distraught They knew your name but they forgot          And all the people pleaded But those who **** for peace will see It's like ******* for virginity And everyone who sees agrees That every person should live free Not they not them nor he nor she Should ever be threatened and forced to leave And no mans authority Should enforce anyway but peacefully And as far fetched as it may seem It will happen naturally And is exactly what I foresee         And that is why I'm trying Our speaker speaks of bombs in June Sure to shake both sun and moon While gentle flowers lay in bloom From ashes cast they wilt to soon The dull boys  wages melt in a spoon By danger out young ladies swoon Sovereigns sit face down in saloon Awoken by mighty trumpets ploom While scholars flee with impending doom To them he says "I want you"         But change is not commanding You gaze upon a world galore Both ripe and rotten to its core You gnaw through holes that worms bore To find it sweeter and more bitter than before The rainy day the drafty door Are not your problems anymore But blood and gore and golden shores Homemade cake and civil wars Both exist in a world that's yours You will find things you adore          And that is understanding
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Ode to comfort and understanding
I make no promise and expect no change Yet find the need to arrange My words upon this page with angst Of what has become, or what has came Upon majority of human brain That love should leave and hate should stay Hardened minds of mental clay Crack and erode but never stray From cheap beliefs that bumper stickers say          Exactly why we're failing From the school house frequent sigher From the ever-flattened rubber tire From the foot penetrated by the briar From the sweat workers perspire From the president that you loved prior From the elderly man that won't retire From a name in lights to a world on fire Are cultivated by desire And cradled tightly in other's pliers           But no restraint is needed Those who believe you can be taught By a distant rifle shot Stain your clothes in ****** polka dots And leave you lying there to rot The media lay still distraught They knew your name but they forgot          And all the people pleaded But those who **** for peace will see It's like ******* for virginity And everyone who sees agrees That every person should live free Not they not them nor he nor she Should ever be threatened and forced to leave And no mans authority Should enforce anyway but peacefully And as far fetched as it may seem It will happen naturally And is exactly what I foresee         And that is why I'm trying Our speaker speaks of bombs in June Sure to shake both sun and moon While gentle flowers lay in bloom From ashes cast they wilt to soon The dull boys  wages melt in a spoon By danger out young ladies swoon Sovereigns sit face down in saloon Awoken by mighty trumpets ploom While scholars flee with impending doom To them he says "I want you"         But change is not commanding You gaze upon a world galore Both ripe and rotten to its core You gnaw through holes that worms bore To find it sweeter and more bitter than before The rainy day the drafty door Are not your problems anymore But blood and gore and golden shores Homemade cake and civil wars Both exist in a world that's yours You will find things you adore          And that is understanding
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