Like a entire Bison, at a two person, BBQ
or a fight with Tyson, the blindfold put, on you
Somethings never make much sense
the intellect is lost, and no logical, defense
Like finding new ways to die, being an immortal
escape a sinking boat, a much to small, ship's portal
Fathoming the reasons, mental embers glow
but, there's no fire there, why, I'll never know
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
Like a entire Bison, at a two person, BBQ
or a fight with Tyson, the blindfold put, on you
Somethings never make much sense
the intellect is lost, and no logical, defense
Like finding new ways to die, being an immortal
escape a sinking boat, a much to small, ship's portal
Fathoming the reasons, mental embers glow
but, there's no fire there, why, I'll never know
Our world is run by natural laws and mathematical equations, that seem to be lost on our leadership, or even worse, totally, and completely, ignored :\
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