Clouds of Coffee raining down upon us all at five dollars a drop
Making my addictions more enthusiastic to never want to stop
Take a pill, numb the pain, and forget we are all not the same
Concentrate on your brain and forgive those who are to blame
The forecast, predicts a chance of grapefruit sized Hail
Mary, full of grace, recommends covering thy face
Down, take shelter now, the storm has now reached Gale
Force winds to change their mind, time, and place
To be, in the moment, is to graciously wag your own Tail
Spin as fast as you can and enjoy the storm chase
Whether we can or whether we can't, the dust will eventually settle
Whether we plan or whether we chant, rust will inevitably **** metal
Weather we change, and ignorantly turn a collective, cold shoulder
Whether we change, and choose to actually get wiser, not just older
So if life is in fact it's very own amazing book
Let us hope it's a choose your own fate
I'm just worried before we get a real clear look
No time for reading, just a little too late
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Clouds of Coffee raining down upon us all at five dollars a drop
Making my addictions more enthusiastic to never want to stop
Take a pill, numb the pain, and forget we are all not the same
Concentrate on your brain and forgive those who are to blame
The forecast, predicts a chance of grapefruit sized Hail
Mary, full of grace, recommends covering thy face
Down, take shelter now, the storm has now reached Gale
Force winds to change their mind, time, and place
To be, in the moment, is to graciously wag your own Tail
Spin as fast as you can and enjoy the storm chase
Whether we can or whether we can't, the dust will eventually settle
Whether we plan or whether we chant, rust will inevitably **** metal
Weather we change, and ignorantly turn a collective, cold shoulder
Whether we change, and choose to actually get wiser, not just older
So if life is in fact it's very own amazing book
Let us hope it's a choose your own fate
I'm just worried before we get a real clear look
No time for reading, just a little too late
Global warming, global swarming.....What bees? please we don't need bees
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