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Fat Warrior Poet Jan 2011
i am a fat american
i feed upon ancient history
i know the truth but yet
i think i own the magic

i am a fat american
i am bug zapped by distraction
i believe you but yet
i cannot believe in me

i am a fat american
i think i am already free
i know i am lost but yet
i refuse to ask for directions

i am a fat american
i buy low and sell it high
i have faith in god but yet
i let you live in poverty
Fat Warrior Poet Jan 2011
A mountain knows silence sans the din of humanity.
Fat Warrior Poet Jan 2011
a lucky man hears daddy each day
twinkling braided love unveils clarity
thanks to the universe for silly cartoons
purpose defined in night light comfort

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