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Smooth like the Seams of Marylin's ***** lines caked In chocolate frosting that Had been sitting in the Sun but was cooled By the wind coming From the north but the Locals swore it was from The East Smooth like just laid Concrete smelling of Sweet porcelain dolls And sleep which comes Only when you try to Stay awake because you Know how real Death truly is Guns take their names and Sear them into the minds of Men who grip them though They know not who they shoot As they sleep in some chicken coop We were people once and Our men were once men We've changed for money is Here and we are naked not Dancing but obvious in all Our greed and in all of our Fear and degradation At times I Am ashamed to Be human and to Be man and to be Here and to be Everywhere and To live within This place I Must call my Land Fighting while Striving to Understand the Crying and Prying for A tying of Men who are men But do not wish To start all over Again Crowns will Melt Wills will Stagger Men hold the Dagger Lo' the Trigger Is forever in Decision
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
Monroe Blues
Smooth like the Seams of Marylin's ***** lines caked In chocolate frosting that Had been sitting in the Sun but was cooled By the wind coming From the north but the Locals swore it was from The East Smooth like just laid Concrete smelling of Sweet porcelain dolls And sleep which comes Only when you try to Stay awake because you Know how real Death truly is Guns take their names and Sear them into the minds of Men who grip them though They know not who they shoot As they sleep in some chicken coop We were people once and Our men were once men We've changed for money is Here and we are naked not Dancing but obvious in all Our greed and in all of our Fear and degradation At times I Am ashamed to Be human and to Be man and to be Here and to be Everywhere and To live within This place I Must call my Land Fighting while Striving to Understand the Crying and Prying for A tying of Men who are men But do not wish To start all over Again Crowns will Melt Wills will Stagger Men hold the Dagger Lo' the Trigger Is forever in Decision
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ashby-brown
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
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