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We are told that Nothing trumps Trump's Misogyny but truth will out When his sexist shtick is a Gift that keeps giving for His Republican rivals, Whose Lips are sealed, but by Their deeds their hands are unclean. We know that Bush did not beat about the bush When he said of women on welfare that “They should Be able to get their life Together and find a husband" We know that Walker repealed Wisconsin's only Equal pay law and supported anti-choice Invasive intrusion of a woman's right To choose. We know that Mike H Has mused that he thinks women Who cannot control their “Libido" Should not “curse” and Jay Z is really A **** seems to be exploiting Beyoncé. We know that Rubio opposed re-authorizing the Violence against Women Act, even though he knew What it meant when he opposed the Paycheck Fairness Act. We know Rand P was rightly Republican in similarly Voting against the Paycheck Act, and in his college secret Society promoted Anita B's views that oral *** was a sin. Perhaps they all need to look in the mirror and adhere to The Biblical adage that "He who is without sin should Cast the first stone" But what is sin anyway?
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Sexist Shtick
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do Repealed from observation— A Party that we knew— More distant in an instant Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
I'm not a great man, But, I've been here and there, and I've learned a lot. Like how not to get shot, And where to buy *** I've bent every misdemeanor law, Some would call me a libertarian, I say democracy is a farce, Keep your vote, and leave me out of it. Most of what I know is useless idiosyncratic observation. For instance, I know how many days it takes to hide 73 pipes, and other miscellaneous paraphernalia. My father was raised in the depression, He refused to let us throw anything out, And we had a chest of drawers, full of old junk. Watches without bands, and any piece of scrap paper, That had free space on it. Last years receipt, dry cleaning tickets, etcetera... And, Subsequently, It rubbed off on me, And I hate throwing anything out. I don't buy new stuff, until the old stuff goes bust. I had a 10 pound Toshiba satellite, for 8 years, Until the plug jack came loose, and I fried the sucker. So when my doctor told me I had to quit smoking... Everything, I had forty plus years of accumulated paraphernalia. I gave a pipe, to friends who were interested, But it wasn't enough. I hear you saying it now, "You irresponsible old lunatic!" And you're right, but I look at it a little different. You might call it promoting lawlessness, I say a law that is obsolete should be repealed. Walk down the street, you'll see the dime bags, and blunt wrappers everywhere. No need to promote something that will happen anyway. Teens will smoke, so I hid a bunch near high schools. Up at Rutgers, I hid one in ten different buildings, A few outside of the police station, and the courthouse, And one in the bushes of my snobby neighbor. Any place I could think of, I hid a pipe. Rebellion be ****** I did it because I felt good, Like a simple ********** A stolen cherry, in the supermarket. Sowhatsthepoint? Crime isn't cool kiddies, But, as long as you steer clear of felonious activity, They won't send you to real **** ****** jail. Even your grandma, probably jaywalks from time to time. Oh if you stumble on one of my pipe hiding spots, Don't touch it until your old enough.
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
Hiding Pipes
I'm not a great man, But, I've been here and there, and I've learned a lot. Like how not to get shot, And where to buy *** I've bent every misdemeanor law, Some would call me a libertarian, I say democracy is a farce, Keep your vote, and leave me out of it. Most of what I know is useless idiosyncratic observation. For instance, I know how many days it takes to hide 73 pipes, and other miscellaneous paraphernalia. My father was raised in the depression, He refused to let us throw anything out, And we had a chest of drawers, full of old junk. Watches without bands, and any piece of scrap paper, That had free space on it. Last years receipt, dry cleaning tickets, etcetera... And, Subsequently, It rubbed off on me, And I hate throwing anything out. I don't buy new stuff, until the old stuff goes bust. I had a 10 pound Toshiba satellite, for 8 years, Until the plug jack came loose, and I fried the sucker. So when my doctor told me I had to quit smoking... Everything, I had forty plus years of accumulated paraphernalia. I gave a pipe, to friends who were interested, But it wasn't enough. I hear you saying it now, "You irresponsible old lunatic!" And you're right, but I look at it a little different. You might call it promoting lawlessness, I say a law that is obsolete should be repealed. Walk down the street, you'll see the dime bags, and blunt wrappers everywhere. No need to promote something that will happen anyway. Teens will smoke, so I hid a bunch near high schools. Up at Rutgers, I hid one in ten different buildings, A few outside of the police station, and the courthouse, And one in the bushes of my snobby neighbor. Any place I could think of, I hid a pipe. Rebellion be ****** I did it because I felt good, Like a simple ********** A stolen cherry, in the supermarket. Sowhatsthepoint? Crime isn't cool kiddies, But, as long as you steer clear of felonious activity, They won't send you to real **** ****** jail. Even your grandma, probably jaywalks from time to time. Oh if you stumble on one of my pipe hiding spots, Don't touch it until your old enough.
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Prohibition began one hundred years ago in the USA. People had their right to drink ***** taken away. This made people unhappy and they began to whine. And this caused Al Capone to start peddling moonshine. Capone was evil and because of him, people were killed. On December 5 1933, the 18th Amendment was repealed. People were very happy because prohibition came to an end. They were as giddy as school girls to have the right to drink again.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC
Prohibition In The USA
Today I met a feeling, that had left me all but wordless. Despite my wit and clever words, I’d found my mind quite worthless. It strode itself up to the walls, surrounding my lonely heart, and all it took was a gentle push, to tear them all apart. Walking through the wreckage of the walls that had kept me away, it passed right through me, as if a ghost, and then was on its way. In the moment that it filled me, the holes in my heart had healed, but still upon its fleeting passage, its cures had been repealed.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Fleeting Feeling
Walked to the lake nobody around Watery clear mirrored no sound Fish made their move taken by surprise Divine Love entered the clearing in disguise Appeared from nowhere crossed time bridged space How did Love know where to find this place Knew from the start Love wanted her heart To make her stay from far away Destined to meet had no idea why Kind hopeful passionate romantic guy Foliage reflection silent forest clime A window a portal a wormhole in time Peeked through the veil past the Divide Clandestine link to the other side A kiss a chain two souls linked together A golden moment personified forever To a river where the crowds gather Followed invited welcomed her there Visualized materialized the crack sublime The crowd parted for her proof paradigm Her mission veiled her purpose oblivious Death lurked undetectable ubiquitous Invisible Denizen of Fear Behind in front at her side always near Waited for a mistake hoped for a lie A justified excuse to take her life Stalked her everywhere dragged her around Wondered when to take her down under The ledge behind the edge set up high Nowhere to hide Death always close by Steeled herself gathered her strength Lethal Weapon disarmed; Exigent Innocent Luminous Numinis shielded on all sides Taken to dark regions unknown unseen by eyes Brainwashed cornered Captive memory gone Stood her ground as Death stared her down Lured to the river hard cold fast water slid past “How  Can  I  ....  You, I Love You”, Death asked Brutalized left for dead her sentence repealed Death needed permission the plan revealed Passed back through the portal unscratched Delivered home safe to Divine Love at last
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Persephone
Walked to the lake nobody around Watery clear mirrored no sound Fish made their move taken by surprise Divine Love entered the clearing in disguise Appeared from nowhere crossed time bridged space How did Love know where to find this place Knew from the start Love wanted her heart To make her stay from far away Destined to meet had no idea why Kind hopeful passionate romantic guy Foliage reflection silent forest clime A window a portal a wormhole in time Peeked through the veil past the Divide Clandestine link to the other side A kiss a chain two souls linked together A golden moment personified forever To a river where the crowds gather Followed invited welcomed her there Visualized materialized the crack sublime The crowd parted for her proof paradigm Her mission veiled her purpose oblivious Death lurked undetectable ubiquitous Invisible Denizen of Fear Behind in front at her side always near Waited for a mistake hoped for a lie A justified excuse to take her life Stalked her everywhere dragged her around Wondered when to take her down under The ledge behind the edge set up high Nowhere to hide Death always close by Steeled herself gathered her strength Lethal Weapon disarmed; Exigent Innocent Luminous Numinis shielded on all sides Taken to dark regions unknown unseen by eyes Brainwashed cornered Captive memory gone Stood her ground as Death stared her down Lured to the river hard cold fast water slid past “How  Can  I  ....  You, I Love You”, Death asked Brutalized left for dead her sentence repealed Death needed permission the plan revealed Passed back through the portal unscratched Delivered home safe to Divine Love at last
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Let us lay in endless greens, and symbiotically allow the day A simple spinning about the omphalos of heart’s creation I want to feel the rapturous entanglement of our atoms Bursting in fruition as melismatic chiming sighs And in this becoming, vernal musings with parameters repealed, We glimpse an eternal oculus by sapid lips shared In this essence chased through time and captured by the instance Your quantum passion yearns toward the receptacle of prophecy I, the oracle form a forecast in rhythm’s ***** To find that the plexus of forever pulsates beneath your skin and mine
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Monk Queen (Anahata)
She, betrayed, in histrionic flow, Heart akimbo, flailing at the sky, Fired with voyeuristic need-to-know, Rages at the outing of a lie. He, defensive, understanding, sure, Accommodates the outburst in his stride. Lassoes her with a practiced sinecure; Instinctive gesture, expertly applied. She, bewildered, aimless and morose – (He, distracted by the barmaid’s hips) – Casts aside the guilt-effacing rose; Repealed devotion scrawled upon her lips.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Afterwords
The Captains and the Kings depart Conflict’s flag descends the mast, Skirmishes of battle stilled Recriminations put to past. A pageantry is in the air Banners snap to stiff sea breeze, White dust stirs as multitudes Retreat in legions to the seas. War retreats to motes of peace Lost and honoured are deceased, Weary troops are homeward bound With mortal sins repealed by priest. A stillness on the fields of mud Skyward points artillery’s snout, Cordite’s stink conceals the blood Of legends made in battle’s route. A stillness in the ringing ears As corporals wend their weary way To embarkation’s khaki fleet Which wallows short in ocean sway. A weariness of bone and limb Bloodshot eyes glaze over now Trudging to Creation’s Hymn Juxtaposed by war... somehow? Whitecaps on the ocean spray The Captains and the Kings depart, Repatriation’s cloak descends To wrap war’s futile, cold, black heart. Marshalg Victoria Park Tunnel 9 September 2011
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
Aftermath
Are there real lessons to be learned, from playing the board Game of Risk? Is it just a fun, leisurely past time with gameplay that can be fairly brisk? Its premise promotes outright conflict, albeit on a miniature scale and timetable. With some posturing and open discussions, attacks proceed without mortality tables. Between uneasy alliances (based on lies) and few verbal, unenforceable treaties, what attitudes are honed while players develop their world-domination strategies? Using the armies of lifeless soldiers to sate personal needs of global conquest, wannabe dictators wave ideas of war-policy with banners hiding a pseudo blood-lust. From war campaigns with rules of engagement that follow a predetermined, orderly sequence, are societies secretly pushing warmongering with unknown and unforeseen consequences? Covert operations are not possible or deployed, as military movements are clearly seen by all; when acquiring territories around the World, can a bad cause spread before an uncertain fall? Does odds calculation for incremental success as combatants tumble the dice of aggression, dissuade future, role-playing battlers to not **** others in favor of peaceful solutions? Are we actually teaching our future generations that war will be a permanent, acceptable ideal? Can the human condition continue moving forward… while the concept of peace may be sadly repealed?
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Poem: Analysis of the Game of Risk?
One day, I'll.let you down I'll cast a spell so profound And you will decay in my gaze of time With a futile hope to lay the dime Was it so good to be my muse Did it consolidate your desire for a bruise I acquired you with a lust within And you so easily gave in for my thin I preached and prayed to hold you tight You became a slave to soak my light My affinity for you was barely masked You never denied for all I asked And now I lay here, tore in shadows I had let me thought what comes never goes You held it right, when your will was tested But you let it pass, when your affliction rested For how long did I tame you rough I didn't let you see any exemplary or enough The war was lost, my grant repealed When I saw the ghost of the lips that were sealed.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
faints and whiffs
8 cops possibly 15 or 16 police officers 1 persona, the 45s scratched and repeating From the south, no From Asia, how Certainly some western flare Sheeeeeesssshhhhh 16 or 17 officers, why is it repeating, Repealed, ok. Idk, one single actual law But several piggy's with lights off Chortled many brave pedalers Just down by the shoe store All of them will fit a persona Try a pear, chew it and sip on some well water I will never smoke indoors, not enough space for the frame But what works, is a story by Dumbo. That dang chewy elephante.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Works by Dumbo
As the details are revealed, you'll see these actions can't be repealed The danger was obvious, there would be no forgiveness Love sees nothing, but feels all No one could have predicted what would happen With just one phone call Feelings begin without warning Taking its toll, on a heart until now Had maintained all control The years of loneliness, had become too much She had forgotten the need, to feel that touch She had made it this far and adapted to the worse Come to grips with her life, that she called a curse Closed off and concealed, never to be revealed a dream of a life, that would never be appealed but on that day, when time stood still not knowing a dream was about to be fulfilled.... to be continued..
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 8:28 AM UTC
Ascertain pt 2
You are not coming home You're only visiting mine The path I've carved to the bone With my blood and sweat When you left me behind We're expecting connections From two dead cells Yet there's not a flickering light No prospective spark to find I want the best of both worlds Knowing I've driven you away While coping with the anger and confusion That leads me astray I don't need restitution. I don't seek retribution. Here I see no resolution. Let there be no delusion. Perhaps there's a part of me That will always care About what you think or how you feel But honestly it's hard for me to be real When the wounds never mutually heal My heart is repealed Until your story's revealed Maybe when Hell freezes over Or pigs grow wings and fly Suffice to say I've grown older Fulfilled in my own ways Chasing epiphanies and revolutions I've become colder Concealed in my own space Now I've found the ideal solution Simply (smile) Give you an illusion
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
Simply
I thought I was long over you And any thoughts of you and I Were so far passed by Until I saw your face Framed in a photograph And all my pretenses were shattered The old Love, the old longing Came running back To strike vengeance on my start Now my life is reeling And I don't know what to believe The fine line between fact And all of my fiction Has been removed, repealed Plunging me back down Into what appeared long lost Still stuck foundering Is found again And I know what you said before That once lost cannot be bound Again, And yet for all the world I see there still is what you once saw And with time and a little effort Could renew, make and mend Bring back to life that full fire Hearts once rent Shall be seen whole again
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Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
So much for thinking...
Did you ever ponder when you’ll die, bid this world farewell? Will you go to Heaven? Or will you burn in Hell? - Are you afraid of death? To know your destiny? You’ll be sent to Hell…Will you beg on bended knee? - Too **** late you piece of **** go watch Family Guy You’ll be there with Larry Singer…weep and wail and cry! - So smoke another joint, snort a line of crack Better yet better yet, main-line a jolt of smack - Abraham will see you, across the Gulf he’ll look [1] Along side the Rich Man, forever there you’ll cook - Call for Lazarus, his sores are all now healed He’ll say hi, I remember you…your damnation not repealed - Shortly you’ll be moving, you and every other liar You’ll be cast alive…into the Lake of Fire! [2] [1] Like 16:26 [2] Rev 20:15
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Lake of Fire
Isaiah was a Prophet, a man of old now gone What he saw he wrote, his message carries on - What he saw and wrote, God Almighty did reveal A warning to the World, not to be repealed - One chapter of his Book, addresses US today Chapter ten plus three, on Doom a short essay - The son of Amoz saw, Destruction Death and Woe Read this and take heed, through this you're going to go - Not Babylon of old...Babylon today Not too hard to see, this is the USA - ***** and Gomorrah [1], on them did God rain Fire This is what's to come, Isaiah was no liar [1] verse 19
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Chapter 13
I sense your eyes on my flesh, like a creature seeking through tattered mesh. I know you're there, stalking and hunting, My heart races and my knees go weak. I fall to the ground unable to speak. I feel the claws start to tear my lung, I search around trying to find my gun. Suddenly all I hear is bang, bang, bang. I look down in cold surprise... You have won this fight. I fall to the ground dead. But it is not the end. I have to be true, I refuse to lie to you. My Father's heart beat descends and my own heart begins to mend. With courage I stand. You will not kill me, you demon within, You will come out at my command! No, longer will I fear you, No longer do I give you a place to stay! You must get out and leave today! I am healed! Your power over me is repealed. My spirit is renewed. Cut the attitude, and get yourself out the door, And while your at it take your little friends with you, There's a new sheriff in town; he put me in a gown; He made me his bride, it doesn't look like I lied; When I told you your power here is no more, so get yourself out the door. The battle is won, and I'll fight everyday. I'll do whatever I have to do stay; I will have victory! I will never give up. I was born for so much more, than these useless anxieties; these demons inside of me; Of their oppression I will fight till I die, I promise; no lie. I will never give up. Never. Never. Never.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Broken
Emptiness fills my attitude Passiveness consumes my mind It's not hatred, it's not rude My behavior just is not aligned Standards say I shouldn't care And shouldn't have any respect And if I were more an ******* I'd be less dry, and much more wet I might be thirsty, but exchanging fluids Takes a pretty strong connection I stare down a mellow cup of tea And for tonight, this is affection The weather's nice, so I survive When the sun is shining bright Then, when I am so alone, The vitamins and sights feel alright It's only when behind closed doors And out in streets or eateries The moon comes out, the groups come out And I'm alone, respectively From my perspective, there are two. The pursuers and the pursued I beg for love, beg for time, But who even are you? Who are you to control me? Why is there no other choice? What events led you to have Complete power over my rejoice? I wasn't taught that I am nothing And that no one would seek me out But yet, from one night to the other I have my time, and then my doubts It's clearly all my own **** fault This isolation, my one undoing Should I disrespect women more? For men who do seem never pursuing But yes, it's true, I must confess There is a wall that cuts me out I must love all and give respect And that, I could really do without For if this wall would tumble down, Oh, how much more I could relate! What if I was much more like you? What if I finally learned to hate? And just add in conformity And then castrate my eager parts I'd become a social butterfly And master this illusive art. But **** I love myself so much. I should have put that off, and asked, "Yeah, sure Nick, you're pretty cool, But do you want to face the task Of being alone for being too eager And being too prideful to change? Do you want some lonely nights? Do you want to come off as strange? Do you want to come off as deranged? A fool who loves people he just met? Can you bear the isolation, Can you bear the empty bed?" ...must be that I took this deal Without reading all the fine print Must be great to be repealed But I am not, so I lament And yes, I'm blessed, and I hate myself For wanting what I do not have And taking what I have for granted And granting myself the right to be sad Because I'm so lucky to be here I'm so lucky to have this life But there's connections all around me And my lack causes only strife Sorry me, I can't just change I can't devolve to fit the role I wish I could, I'd love to do it To accomplish this social goal But shut up! You have yourself. People die before 20 a lot. Please shut up, please go to bed And just forget and be forgotten.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Contract
Emptiness fills my attitude Passiveness consumes my mind It's not hatred, it's not rude My behavior just is not aligned Standards say I shouldn't care And shouldn't have any respect And if I were more an ******* I'd be less dry, and much more wet I might be thirsty, but exchanging fluids Takes a pretty strong connection I stare down a mellow cup of tea And for tonight, this is affection The weather's nice, so I survive When the sun is shining bright Then, when I am so alone, The vitamins and sights feel alright It's only when behind closed doors And out in streets or eateries The moon comes out, the groups come out And I'm alone, respectively From my perspective, there are two. The pursuers and the pursued I beg for love, beg for time, But who even are you? Who are you to control me? Why is there no other choice? What events led you to have Complete power over my rejoice? I wasn't taught that I am nothing And that no one would seek me out But yet, from one night to the other I have my time, and then my doubts It's clearly all my own **** fault This isolation, my one undoing Should I disrespect women more? For men who do seem never pursuing But yes, it's true, I must confess There is a wall that cuts me out I must love all and give respect And that, I could really do without For if this wall would tumble down, Oh, how much more I could relate! What if I was much more like you? What if I finally learned to hate? And just add in conformity And then castrate my eager parts I'd become a social butterfly And master this illusive art. But **** I love myself so much. I should have put that off, and asked, "Yeah, sure Nick, you're pretty cool, But do you want to face the task Of being alone for being too eager And being too prideful to change? Do you want some lonely nights? Do you want to come off as strange? Do you want to come off as deranged? A fool who loves people he just met? Can you bear the isolation, Can you bear the empty bed?" ...must be that I took this deal Without reading all the fine print Must be great to be repealed But I am not, so I lament And yes, I'm blessed, and I hate myself For wanting what I do not have And taking what I have for granted And granting myself the right to be sad Because I'm so lucky to be here I'm so lucky to have this life But there's connections all around me And my lack causes only strife Sorry me, I can't just change I can't devolve to fit the role I wish I could, I'd love to do it To accomplish this social goal But shut up! You have yourself. People die before 20 a lot. Please shut up, please go to bed And just forget and be forgotten.
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In the middle of the night Mary called me She told me something scary She told me children were crying on the telly I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be I asked what was happening and why She told me when the President says good bye To the military literally This I didn’t believe really I told her if I feel teased Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest She told me to be wary of my tongue And dismissed my humour as rogue I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage This isn’t the age Takes a real calling Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling You might think you’re healing But to me you’re just appealing What about the programmes that are getting repealed I gonna get your glass onion peeled And your dreams sealed in To keep the world screaming from sin But you should have reserved the musical act For a redact of your Biblical tact The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen And Pop made Lennon pretty mean You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been Because the humans suffer war From religion and logic kept afar Time has found a way heal But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel Of cruelty and vain realty To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity Because you and me believe in reality What will happen will happen As ties deepen As the tears keep seeping Through the walls keeping us interminably apart So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart And keep away the evil respite And help us unite
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
Mary's Grown Old
In the middle of the night Mary called me She told me something scary She told me children were crying on the telly I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be I asked what was happening and why She told me when the President says good bye To the military literally This I didn’t believe really I told her if I feel teased Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest She told me to be wary of my tongue And dismissed my humour as rogue I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage This isn’t the age Takes a real calling Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling You might think you’re healing But to me you’re just appealing What about the programmes that are getting repealed I gonna get your glass onion peeled And your dreams sealed in To keep the world screaming from sin But you should have reserved the musical act For a redact of your Biblical tact The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen And Pop made Lennon pretty mean You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been Because the humans suffer war From religion and logic kept afar Time has found a way heal But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel Of cruelty and vain realty To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity Because you and me believe in reality What will happen will happen As ties deepen As the tears keep seeping Through the walls keeping us interminably apart So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart And keep away the evil respite And help us unite
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