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Analise Quinn Dec 2013
Sticks and Stones
Analise Quinn
Dec 2013
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words will
Leave me dying.
Sticks and stones
May tear me down
But words will
Tear me up.
Sticks and stones
May ****** and bruise me
And everyone asks "What's wrong?"
But words leave me looking fine
And everyone expects me to act
Like I'm always alright.
Sticks and stones
May kindle my fire,
But words will put it out.
Sticks and stones,
Fire and ash,
Daggers and swords-
These things I do not fear.
But leave me alone
In the presence of words-
And terrifying things you'll hear.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words will break my heart.
Sticks and stones
May break my body
But words will crush my soul.
Sticks and stones
To be used for good
Can render
Warmth
And homes
And smiles.
Words to be used for good
Can change this very world
And change your very heart.
May break my bones,
But words will
Leave me dying.
Sticks and stones
May tear me down
But words will
Tear me up.
Sticks and stones
May ****** and bruise me
And everyone asks "What's wrong?"
But words leave me looking fine
And everyone expects me to act
Like I'm always alright.
Sticks and stones
May kindle my fire,
But words will put it out.
Sticks and stones,
Fire and ash,
Daggers and swords-
These things I do not fear.
But leave me alone
In the presence of words-
And terrifying things you'll hear.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words will break my heart.
Sticks and stones
May break my body
But words will crush my soul.
Sticks and stones
To be used for good
Can render
Warmth
And homes
And smiles.
Words to be used for good
Can change this very world
And change your very heart.
Nomad May 2014
Fresh Smell of Napalm
Nomad
May 2014
"We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
****** sticks to kids.
Chorus: ****** sticks to kids,
****** sticks to kids.
Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
****** sticks to kids.
Goods in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today,"
****** sticks to kids.
See those farmers over there,
Watch me get them with a pair,
Blood and guts just everywhere,
****** sticks to kids.
I've only seen it happen twice,
But both times it was mighty nice,
Shooting peasants planting rice,
****** sticks to kids.
******, son, is lots of fun,
Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun,
It gets the ***** when on the run,
****** sticks to kids."
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
****** sticks to kids.
Chorus: ****** sticks to kids,
****** sticks to kids.
Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
****** sticks to kids.
Goods in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today,"
****** sticks to kids.
See those farmers over there,
Watch me get them with a pair,
Blood and guts just everywhere,
****** sticks to kids.
I've only seen it happen twice,
But both times it was mighty nice,
Shooting peasants planting rice,
****** sticks to kids.
******, son, is lots of fun,
Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun,
It gets the ***** when on the run,
****** sticks to kids."
NOT Mine but I thought it was interesting.