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Shawn Jul 2012
the only time we care about the poor
is in disaster,
there's been freedom for decades,
but we're still owned by slave masters,
incorporated trademarks
branded on our spine,
the american dream,
might as well be bovine.
flagpole sitting flappers,
never expect to fall,
'33 til infinity,
greed affects us all,
and it's more,
than a disease,
there's no atticus,
instead, great gatsbies.
and boo radley,
aint gonna right these wrongs,
all we've got are our words
and the will to stand strong,
and it seems we're just monkeys,
launched into orbit,
in spaceships,
that only fall once reality hits,
and i don't see any solutions soon,
we consume and presume,
that this is all a cartoon,
asterix fiction,
we lack conviction,
we lack the diction,
to speak our mind,
we are confined,
to the roles,
and the moulds,
and the holes,
that are made for our souls,
we stay out of the spotlight,
even when the times right,
allergic to great heights,
like madden going to superbowls.
ice cold,
a wise man said was cooler than cool
but these fools aint never heard of ice-nine,
it's the right time,
got the right rhymes,
who cares about these thugs,
i'm set on madoff crimes,
who cares about the dealers,
follow the money like the wire,
we're civilians in vans under apache fire,
and the cover-up is comin,
the cover-up is comin
the cover-up is comin
the cover-up is comin
the only time i'm hostile,
is within,
when i gotta smile
at these businessmen,
that are tearing us apart,
and ******* on our soil,
tearing out our hearts,
creeping like the mcboyles,
i've toiled in the trenches,
for most of my days,
as have the majority of those i know,
and we can't just quit,
we gotta get paid,
materialstic societies depend on dough,
so we dream of being on boats like samberg
the only threat to our fatasses is the hamburg
-ler, there's no cure, there's no care,
there's no health, it's not fair,
but if you keep on dreamin, one day it'll be there,
simply stare at the sun, things'll brighten up,
keep buying that product, trust me, they give a ****,
fall into place, stand in single file,
and whatever you do, don't forget to smile.
seBi May 2012
I sit patiently waiting to spoil.
The rays bouncing off emerald leaves
Cast tiny shadow displays
that synchronize with blades of grass
dancing in the summer wind.

They're coming.

Laughter is silenced by
the impending crash
and rumble of mechanical
horses travelling down their rails.

The cries overpower the ruckus.
Bodies surround me
like a zombie honing in on
its next fleshly morsel.
Yet I feel unthreatened.

But I feel alone.
Outnumbered.
Their joy draws out the sadness in me,
their fear my anger.
I am as empty as my bank account.
Sheltered by the elements of
social interaction.

Black bars all around me
It's a prison with tiny loopholes.
Only the intelligent may escape.

Dead trees are responsible
for holding the weight of
my body, yet I thank them
by stirring its slumber
and passing gas on the
twigs below me.

I hope they forgive me.
For I have nothing materialstic to give
but my heart, body, and soul.
Maybe sanity if that is still left.

I require the basics.
No more, no less.
But even that is too much to ask.
Where has humanity gone?
Stripped of its original nature
and replaced by dollar signs, profits, greed.
Take me back to the simpler times
So I can go back and read.

My life is no good here.
Let me spoil.
Written sitting in Wicker Park under a tree. Waiting for a friend to let me into their home, so I could shower and eat. I was homeless.
elle May 2012
Fear is that exact moment of hesitation
The uncontrollable trepidation
For the young
Fears are materialstic
For the aged
They're all concealed
For fear of fear itself
Is fearing everything
And those brave men
Fear their own shadows
Sorry I haven't written in a while!!! Lots of things going on! I'm a little rusty but enjoy!

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