You were once my dream, my shelter, my pride
You were one in a million wherever I flied,

You were the safest place for me to hide,
You were the reason i was able to glide,


Now, innocent people are passing by,
Leaving us heartless and barely hanging by,

I don’t even know how i feel inside,
There’s a fire inside me I cannot ignite,


Broken, shattered and dead inside
The only thing left is my soul outside,

Alone, damaged in this cold and icy skies,
Shaking, shimmering, hoping Lebanon will rise


Not now, not today, not even tomorrow
Lebanon, i can feel your pain, aggression and sorrow

You were once my guide, my inspiration, my smile
Now I don’t even know how many ****** clothes you’ve piled.

It's fun to adjust the settings
on my very lifelike doll.
I charge her up, I flip her switch,
and then I'm in her thrall.

She talks and smiles, she scolds and scorns,
Through wedded bliss and strife;
My genuine intelligence:
My dear long-suffering Wife.

Submerged remains
Of unknown cities
Under deserts
Once verdant
With vegetation...

Forgotten
Beneath subduction zones
Primordial primeval ghosts:
An anterior world
Judged by God;

Coal, crude oil
Sloughed-off debris
Of the antediluvian creation,
Organic life, massive greenery
Buried under great pressure

Blesses our world
from your exhaust pipe.

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Too many whites gone red—
That’s why I got the blues...
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Said so many lost whites turned red—
That’s why I got the blues...
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Neurotic products of higher ed:
Forced to read Marcuse.