Government wants to run our lives
But they keep telling lies

You order your pills
But to your disgust you can't get refills

You go to the doctor to get a script
The doctors don't care cause  they are all
crypt

The government don't care about your pain
They only care about their mane

It's a mother F'in shame how this could end
Just wait and see if we can mend

Gonna have to get some pills
No matter what it takes to fulfill

This is just a money thing
That feeds into the drug ring

We might as well be on crack
At least we don't need a script for that

They believe they are helping us
But in actuality they threw us under the bus

when the unbreathable
dark hole

I lose myself in

turns out to be a pocket
on iridescent disco pants

once a day I spend ten seconds sorry for me
then ten hours on those worse off
I think about my problems too long
and not enough on what I can do to help others
after all what good is pity for me I don't like it
nor do I pity others I empathize
try to put my foot in their shoe
and it makes my problems dematerialize
and one day I will wittle it down to ten seconds a year
and hope I made a difference
before I go
on to whereever
it is old hippies go to
then

it is a wonderful world
out there somewhere
where brethren plead
for love and peace again
and woodstock rises it's head above
Manson
where corporate greed
individualism
can be not replaced
but added to by societal caring
where the
farmers have enough to share
the workers are well rewarded
the banks feel empathy
and government is us
where the times have changed Bob
to where no one among us not the poorest
goes without
where the wealthy
keep their
mansions
porches and yachts
their mar-a-lagos
but have hearts , too.
In any swing a long way one way
comes the other way around eventually
and I see
from this hard right way up narcissismic and me
pendulum
a hard swing back to peace signs
a rebound in flower covered
VW buses and
sit-ins
and flowers
in guns.

He’s the meanest kid on the block
His head is made of solid rock
He is no good at all
His morals are too small
And I want to give him a good hard sock.

Can’t trust him past where you can throw him
Your mind hurts just because you know him.
There’s not much he’s good for
A class-A notorious bore.
A waste of the cost it took to grow him.

I’d tell you that he is homely
But that would not be only
The one thing that makes him bad.
He seldom keeps his word
And everything you have heard
About him should make you sad.

He’s a gold-plated, two-****** tinhorn
He knows how to steal with both hands.
He’s never acted right
Even when asleep at night;
He’s the kind of creep nobody understands.

His pants very rightly should be on fire
Because he is just that kind of a liar.
He really loves to boast.
It’s the thing he loves the most.
Bragging is the object of his desire.

Listening to him causes dread
Like a nail going through my head
Because I know he doesn’t care about us.
We’re just creatures he will use
Then leave us without our shoes
Mistaking brains for being devious.

You was my best friend
You was always there for me you cared

When I was happy or sad
When I fell you helped me up you was my Comrade

You made me laugh
You always put a smile upon my face you always had that craft

When it was cloudy
You made the sun shine so loudly

I cherish the time we had together
I loved playing ball you floated like a feather

I loved your smile you placed
The way you ran with such grace

Your so sweet
You loved your treats

I miss you daily
The pain is for real

You made me cry
Why did you have to die