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They own me, they own you
They own your home
They own the schools
Their television tells you what to do
airwaves ordering a land of fools
Believe youre free, just pay the fees
not hard to see the hypocrisy
This rat race they put in place
Dollars chased in lives of waste
Nod and applaud for their only God
Dare not look beyond the facade
Forgo your mind and they will provide
A flag for you to hide behind
Draw closed your window blinds
as they plagiarize what lurks outside.
Step in line and all is fine
Obey their law, follow their signs
buy and sell you, work the wager
acting as its in your favor
This is not the work of saviors
Welcome to the masters chamber.
As I’m walking now, there’s a whispered breeze,
Unwinding the glorious colours of spring,
Though you wouldn’t know, just from walking
Under rippling seas of golden leaves,
More shades will keep on falling,
N**ever knowing the beauty in death they bring
For a competition at school, I hate acrostics but oh well
the woods are

So very

Lovely

()()
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/\/\

~
           ~
                        ~

Fear !

( death has been here already )


we go on

On & on

On & on & on


///


I love you girl

I've been with death already

//

So painful it is

                               ( So ugly )

&
Completely


Unnecessary

!!!!

Come with me girl

In the lovely woods


We shall become so lovely
You said you'd never leave,you'd always be by my side. But now all those promises turned into lies and all those actions and conversations turned in to memories.


a.m.♡
 Oct 2015 Simon Obirek
Gaffer
It was an instant affair
Lust at first sight
He gave it his all
Lasted all night
She watched him go
Marked him a eight
Gave a slight grin
As her fingers slid in
Shower and fed
Work for the dead
Tonight someone new
Speak *****
Just *****
Gave him a five
For being alive
Left in no doubt
As she threw him out
She sighed with a grin
As the love wand slid in
What does a girl have to do
To get a decent *****
Told him straight
Hold tight, please wait
What does he do
Wasn’t even worth a two
Opens her drawer
To her comfort and joy
The wonder boy
Go down, stop
Okay you’ve reached the spot
What are you doing
Not a lot
Not even worth a mark
Thrown to the sharks
Opens her drawer
Rubs in some cream
Pops in some eggs
Lets out a scream
Starts to dream
He’s shaped like a *****
Packs his own cream
No batteries required
Where has he been
Finally found her man
Ten out of ten
Thank you god, amen
Wakes up with a smile
But just for awhile
Ah well, great for a time
She sighs with a grin
As her fingers slid in.
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