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Nobody looks each other in the eye; Poverty thrives so the courts don't run dry. I see an old man with his walker in the rain alone, can't find a ride with his ****** trac phone. Everyone's too 'cautious' to give help or receive it honey, but there's no limit when you have a lot of money. America. I see a couple cry in the rain before they're torn apart, I guess nobody told them a dollar has no brain or heart. Arrogance tried to **** kindness, but it's not dead only dormant. Only because those who lack it make others their doormat. Media. Bleak concrete. I stand filled with numb emotion as I see legged fish, swarming a landmade ocean. Drown, Drown, no one will hear a sound. So smoke your cancer and eat your heart attacks, and don't forget to tip and pay your tax. Deep in the gut cemetery of weeps and wallows; Do you think the whale counts every small fish as he swallows? Perhaps not, but I like to believe he does.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Court Date Blues
Nobody looks each other in the eye; Poverty thrives so the courts don't run dry. I see an old man with his walker in the rain alone, can't find a ride with his ****** trac phone. Everyone's too 'cautious' to give help or receive it honey, but there's no limit when you have a lot of money. America. I see a couple cry in the rain before they're torn apart, I guess nobody told them a dollar has no brain or heart. Arrogance tried to **** kindness, but it's not dead only dormant. Only because those who lack it make others their doormat. Media. Bleak concrete. I stand filled with numb emotion as I see legged fish, swarming a landmade ocean. Drown, Drown, no one will hear a sound. So smoke your cancer and eat your heart attacks, and don't forget to tip and pay your tax. Deep in the gut cemetery of weeps and wallows; Do you think the whale counts every small fish as he swallows? Perhaps not, but I like to believe he does.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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