it seems to me
that everything is corrupt,
& that a bird with only one wing (rightorleft)
is crippled to flight
democracy is doornail dead,
but was it ever really alive?
maybe if fat old men weren't running this place
wars over carefully constructed lies
wouldn't exist
and safe places would be safe,
not threatened to be stripped of funding
(hey, it's cool, who needs testing or birth control anyway?)
truth is becoming a word that is thrown around
a frisbee game
with luck it might end up at your feet.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
it seems to me
that everything is corrupt,
& that a bird with only one wing (rightorleft)
is crippled to flight
democracy is doornail dead,
but was it ever really alive?
maybe if fat old men weren't running this place
wars over carefully constructed lies
wouldn't exist
and safe places would be safe,
not threatened to be stripped of funding
(hey, it's cool, who needs testing or birth control anyway?)
truth is becoming a word that is thrown around
a frisbee game
with luck it might end up at your feet.
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