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Nov 2014
Why do they still believe that from one beer
All light was made? Why give thanks to this one deity,
A being of drunken faith? Before all time I was convinced
they knew the way, but now I question more and more
the meaning of what they seek and why they prey.
Giving in to temptation is all too easy now, why I
Could find a thousand sellers selling people out!
Peddling to pushers, giving drugs in stores, why would
We need all this glitter giving THEM GALORE? They get
The beer glass over flowing, the cowboys in the stands
And the guns that shoot much better, made by drunken
Hands. So remember what I say, remember it if you will,
Simplicity is a virtue, for rich pockets it wont fill.
Alan S Bailey
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