I'll climb down off my soapbox now, my fury, anger, spent
the stupidity I assert, when I yell, and vent
I've no answers to the problems, no responses that qualify
only observations in my rants, just livin, till I die
Each and every way, the world not all that great a place
not better, and far worse, and still, a big disgrace
So I bid adieu, and leave this thought with you
If you're not riled up, and angry, I'm obviously
not ever getting, through
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I'll climb down off my soapbox now, my fury, anger, spent
the stupidity I assert, when I yell, and vent
I've no answers to the problems, no responses that qualify
only observations in my rants, just livin, till I die
Each and every way, the world not all that great a place
not better, and far worse, and still, a big disgrace
So I bid adieu, and leave this thought with you
If you're not riled up, and angry, I'm obviously
not ever getting, through
I think it's too late anyways ;D
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