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How I long to understand Why we are so underhand And throw away our lives for ownership Who owns blossom on the tree The gardener or the cherry Should the bumble bee own the scrip Twist your tendons and minds Embers fly as the axe grinds Just to avoid tongues cracking whip Drunken on your earned credit The latest "must buy" on Reddit Who knew owning could be so hip Time ticks and you get old Till the day your body's cold Then all your stuff cast in the skip The bee flies from the tree Pollen laden to the colony Careless of your past "ownership" The dollar turns into a cent All you "owned" was just for rent Space owns time, which owns your little blip.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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How I long to understand Why we are so underhand And throw away our lives for ownership Who owns blossom on the tree The gardener or the cherry Should the bumble bee own the scrip Twist your tendons and minds Embers fly as the axe grinds Just to avoid tongues cracking whip Drunken on your earned credit The latest "must buy" on Reddit Who knew owning could be so hip Time ticks and you get old Till the day your body's cold Then all your stuff cast in the skip The bee flies from the tree Pollen laden to the colony Careless of your past "ownership" The dollar turns into a cent All you "owned" was just for rent Space owns time, which owns your little blip.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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