Get out of here
Can ya hear?
Get out there
Life ain't fair,
Life's a fair.
People running ‘round with no emotion do not care
Splitting up the money, Bernie Sanders, get your share
20,17 LGBT the love is in the air
Take a deeper breath because the oxygen is just not there.
Cops performing routine stops
Druggies performing knockout drops
Presidents older than triceratops
These cocks are dropping like stocks
Stocking the ballet box
Like an unorthodox Goldilocks paradox,
Like a Manchester protester avoiding his arrester by
Throwing rocks at the child molester.
This world, hurled into a mess a sin,
You gotta guess who to bless
When they press us in.
Yes we win
Unless they oppress children.
We will express distress like PETA and animal skin.
These streets ain't safe anymore
Gang recruitment at age 4.
You should no more and know your
Liberties that we fought for.
In that field the opportunities it did yield.
We acknowledge that college provides more knowledge
But turn a blind eye the the diabolic alcoholic,
I don't know why,
I don't know how,
I'm standing in front this large crowd.
I close my eyes and I squeeze her hand,
As I stand on the the land where I've been banned.
The executioner stands with scythe in hand
As he cuts the rope according up plan.
I float above ground uncrowned and damned.
Our society is jumbled, just like this poem. We are persecuted for voicing beliefs and in the same sentence told to be tolerant of others.