"tasers" poems - Hello Poetry

Signs point in different directions Art> <Science History^ Oddities¿ Art: Every memory of every sunrise Every beautiful melody Here. And so many images of her. Some sweet Some candid Some sad. How can we revel in the joyful Without knowing it's opposite? Every delicate poem Every lyric yelled Every painting Every sculpture And in all of them, Her. Science: Models of molecules Diagrams of data Sketches (Where are the equations?) Math is forbidden in this museum. Lectures Theories All gathering dust. History: Names. The greatest of men and women Julius Caesar Constantine Marc Anthony Cleopatra Rosa Parks Elinor Roosevelt Patton Churchill Kennedy MLK Maps and charts Famous cities of old Sparta Alexandria The halls of Montezuma Constantinople Babylon Oddities: Phantom Kangaroos Homemade Bazooka "That made the news?" And Bubblegum the Baluga The Raven Empress Flaming mattress Sharks with lasers Pandas with Tasers

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC

loren-w-ebeling-esq

If My Mind Were A Museum

Signs point in different directions Art> <Science History^ Oddities¿ Art: Every memory of every sunrise Every beautiful melody Here. And so many images of her. Some sweet Some candid Some sad. How can we revel in the joyful Without knowing it's opposite? Every delicate poem Every lyric yelled Every painting Every sculpture And in all of them, Her. Science: Models of molecules Diagrams of data Sketches (Where are the equations?) Math is forbidden in this museum. Lectures Theories All gathering dust. History: Names. The greatest of men and women Julius Caesar Constantine Marc Anthony Cleopatra Rosa Parks Elinor Roosevelt Patton Churchill Kennedy MLK Maps and charts Famous cities of old Sparta Alexandria The halls of Montezuma Constantinople Babylon Oddities: Phantom Kangaroos Homemade Bazooka "That made the news?" And Bubblegum the Baluga The Raven Empress Flaming mattress Sharks with lasers Pandas with Tasers

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we may be the generation of the next shakespeares, curies, vernes, einsteins, akeleys, sagans. how can we be boiled down to a 'standard'? and when we refuse to stomach this diluted broth you have served us, it is force-fed: teargas for forks, riot shields for spoons, tasers for knives; until our tongues are so awfully burnt that all we may say is this: 'we are the standard generation. we are the future for the past. we have standard answers to extraordinary problems.' leaders say change will come in 2014, 2015, 2020, 2030, 2050, please ensure that the numbers on your booklets match those on your answer sheets. we will bubble 'a' for global warming, 'b' for the debt crisis, 'c' for war and famine, but this is a test we didn't study for.

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May 14, 2013

May 14, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC

margot

I hate standardized testing.

we may be the generation of the next shakespeares, curies, vernes, einsteins, akeleys, sagans. how can we be boiled down to a 'standard'? and when we refuse to stomach this diluted broth you have served us, it is force-fed: teargas for forks, riot shields for spoons, tasers for knives; until our tongues are so awfully burnt that all we may say is this: 'we are the standard generation. we are the future for the past. we have standard answers to extraordinary problems.' leaders say change will come in 2014, 2015, 2020, 2030, 2050, please ensure that the numbers on your booklets match those on your answer sheets. we will bubble 'a' for global warming, 'b' for the debt crisis, 'c' for war and famine, but this is a test we didn't study for.

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Excuses Excuses... So MANY EXCUSES... !!! For The Type of Looseness... That Has Embraced NOOSES... !?! EXCUSES For THIS... EXCUSES For THAT... EXCUSES For Plans... That Have CORRUPTED Man... BAD EGGS In The Batch... !!! Where Policeman Are Hatched... !!! Oh YES Bad Eggs INDEED... !!! Is How RACIST Cops Be... When RACISM Feeds... Their Motives On Streets... And In Turn How They Deal... When They’re Using Their Knees... !!! And Using Their... GUNS... Like These Tasers That Stun... !!! And Choke Holds That DON’T... !!!!! When They Leave People COLD... !!! Excuses UNFOLD... Even When They Are Shown... To Move... So Much SICKER... Than Those Known As KILLERS... !!! Excuses Come QUICKER... Than Confession Sinners... !!! Because of Protection... These Bad Eggs Be Getting... From Those Who NEED VETTING... !!! BEFORE They Pass Sentence... !!!!! These Excuses I Mention... Are Those With DEFECTIONS... !!! That Need REAL CORRECTION... That’s Neutral And... CENTRED... !!! Like... Natural Selection... !!! There Are Others That SMOTHER... ...... Historical Blunders...... !!! Like Those Now UNCOVERED... About... CERTAIN Brothers... Who Sold Their Own Mother’s... !?! For... Colonial Masters... A... FACTUAL DISASTER... That’s Been So Well Plastered... That EXCUSES Run Talk... That IS STUPID And FLAWED... !!! When It Comes To The Past... And YES... Slavery Paths... !!! You See Some EXCUSES... Breed... MORE THAN Denial... !!! They Hold Certain Files... That Are TRULY OBSCENE... Within... Black History... !!! Like Those Now EXPOSED... About... Certain White Folks... Who’ve Earned Money For Shows... With... BLACKFACE Videos... And RACIST Themed JOKES... !?! That Are FORCING These Peeps... To Make... APOLOGIES... As If They Will CLEAN... Their Slates With Black Peeps’... ?!? And Of Course Yes EXCUSES... !!! For Things They’ve Been Doing... That Lacked... Racial Prudence... So Just Like The Others... These Excuses PROVE LOOSENESS... Is Something That Humans... Exude In Their Movements... And In... CERTAIN CHOICES... That Have Done MORE Than POISON... !!! Yes... HUMANITY... !!! When... ACCOUNTABILITY... Is What NEEDS To INCREASE... !!! Because These FALLACIES... Are What Make Some Heads Feel... That It’s Best To... "Conceal"... Themselves Behind LIES... And... FRAUDULENT Deeds... !!! And The Need To Keep Choosing... To AVOID Being TRUTHFUL... Instead of Indulging... ... In All These... ......... “ EXCUSES “....... !!!

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Sep 18, 2020

Sep 18, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC

big-virge

“Excuses" ... A Poem written By Big Virge 24/6/2020

Excuses Excuses... So MANY EXCUSES... !!! For The Type of Looseness... That Has Embraced NOOSES... !?! EXCUSES For THIS... EXCUSES For THAT... EXCUSES For Plans... That Have CORRUPTED Man... BAD EGGS In The Batch... !!! Where Policeman Are Hatched... !!! Oh YES Bad Eggs INDEED... !!! Is How RACIST Cops Be... When RACISM Feeds... Their Motives On Streets... And In Turn How They Deal... When They’re Using Their Knees... !!! And Using Their... GUNS... Like These Tasers That Stun... !!! And Choke Holds That DON’T... !!!!! When They Leave People COLD... !!! Excuses UNFOLD... Even When They Are Shown... To Move... So Much SICKER... Than Those Known As KILLERS... !!! Excuses Come QUICKER... Than Confession Sinners... !!! Because of Protection... These Bad Eggs Be Getting... From Those Who NEED VETTING... !!! BEFORE They Pass Sentence... !!!!! These Excuses I Mention... Are Those With DEFECTIONS... !!! That Need REAL CORRECTION... That’s Neutral And... CENTRED... !!! Like... Natural Selection... !!! There Are Others That SMOTHER... ...... Historical Blunders...... !!! Like Those Now UNCOVERED... About... CERTAIN Brothers... Who Sold Their Own Mother’s... !?! For... Colonial Masters... A... FACTUAL DISASTER... That’s Been So Well Plastered... That EXCUSES Run Talk... That IS STUPID And FLAWED... !!! When It Comes To The Past... And YES... Slavery Paths... !!! You See Some EXCUSES... Breed... MORE THAN Denial... !!! They Hold Certain Files... That Are TRULY OBSCENE... Within... Black History... !!! Like Those Now EXPOSED... About... Certain White Folks... Who’ve Earned Money For Shows... With... BLACKFACE Videos... And RACIST Themed JOKES... !?! That Are FORCING These Peeps... To Make... APOLOGIES... As If They Will CLEAN... Their Slates With Black Peeps’... ?!? And Of Course Yes EXCUSES... !!! For Things They’ve Been Doing... That Lacked... Racial Prudence... So Just Like The Others... These Excuses PROVE LOOSENESS... Is Something That Humans... Exude In Their Movements... And In... CERTAIN CHOICES... That Have Done MORE Than POISON... !!! Yes... HUMANITY... !!! When... ACCOUNTABILITY... Is What NEEDS To INCREASE... !!! Because These FALLACIES... Are What Make Some Heads Feel... That It’s Best To... "Conceal"... Themselves Behind LIES... And... FRAUDULENT Deeds... !!! And The Need To Keep Choosing... To AVOID Being TRUTHFUL... Instead of Indulging... ... In All These... ......... “ EXCUSES “....... !!!

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The birth of atrocities Selfish pursuits of extinction Self-fulfilling prophecies Nuclear flooding tendencies A few extra dollars in the wallet A few extra possessions in the home Happily destroyed With smiles and bombs Convenience of sedentary annihilation Consumerism consumes The reaction to the rebel’s rebellion Nightsticks, pepper spray, tear gas Tasers and rubber bullets Riots in the streets Occupying protests Acquired wealth amassed Hoarded in penthouses Blinders blind tunnel vision Foreign homeland policies Father and Mother pardon us Children of the sun, the moon, the stars Absolve us

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Mar 31, 2012

Mar 31, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC

TonguesOfOthers

We Are Not The Products Of The Crap That We Amass

The birth of atrocities Selfish pursuits of extinction Self-fulfilling prophecies Nuclear flooding tendencies A few extra dollars in the wallet A few extra possessions in the home Happily destroyed With smiles and bombs Convenience of sedentary annihilation Consumerism consumes The reaction to the rebel’s rebellion Nightsticks, pepper spray, tear gas Tasers and rubber bullets Riots in the streets Occupying protests Acquired wealth amassed Hoarded in penthouses Blinders blind tunnel vision Foreign homeland policies Father and Mother pardon us Children of the sun, the moon, the stars Absolve us

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I forgot how Dylan Thomas taught me not to go gentle into that good night. Few months ago I decided not to speak of, or in any way get involved in, the political life of this wretched state. But the mere word "state" is a solid evidence of its impermanence. This can not go by unnoticed. This will not go by unnoticed. We are not afraid of your guns, your prisons, your knives, your tasers, and your combat boots. We have the internet, our voices, our pens, our brushes, and our cameras. And when you rob us of it all we will still have one another and our will to fight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC

astronaut

The rant between two poetry lines

I forgot how Dylan Thomas taught me not to go gentle into that good night. Few months ago I decided not to speak of, or in any way get involved in, the political life of this wretched state. But the mere word "state" is a solid evidence of its impermanence. This can not go by unnoticed. This will not go by unnoticed. We are not afraid of your guns, your prisons, your knives, your tasers, and your combat boots. We have the internet, our voices, our pens, our brushes, and our cameras. And when you rob us of it all we will still have one another and our will to fight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Me and all my ugly friends Dressed for a nuclear winter We hopped the barbed wire fence And played in the reactor We burned our shadows on the wall And played baseball with atoms God showed us his tentacles We never knew he had ‘em The boys in blue were strollin’ by Their eyes burned us like lasers Our bodies fell like broken kites When they triggered the tasers Long nights spent in juvy hall Will break a mutant’s spirit We tried to tell the guards a joke They didn’t want to hear it All the pretty kids at school Had seen us on the news Mondays are a hell of a day For dishin’ out the blues The teachers took their time with us They made sure not to spoil it They ripped the wings right off our backs And flushed them town the toilet They shoved their logic down our throats They knew we couldn’t chew it Spitting up my right to vote We were cured before we knew it

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Oct 12, 2011

Oct 12, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC

chance-willie

Mutants

Me and all my ugly friends Dressed for a nuclear winter We hopped the barbed wire fence And played in the reactor We burned our shadows on the wall And played baseball with atoms God showed us his tentacles We never knew he had ‘em The boys in blue were strollin’ by Their eyes burned us like lasers Our bodies fell like broken kites When they triggered the tasers Long nights spent in juvy hall Will break a mutant’s spirit We tried to tell the guards a joke They didn’t want to hear it All the pretty kids at school Had seen us on the news Mondays are a hell of a day For dishin’ out the blues The teachers took their time with us They made sure not to spoil it They ripped the wings right off our backs And flushed them town the toilet They shoved their logic down our throats They knew we couldn’t chew it Spitting up my right to vote We were cured before we knew it

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I Hear America sniveling A nod to Walt Whitman, I hear America sniveling, life of hardships Those are the nurse’s aide, each sniveling looking tired and worn out Petrified of being on the morning shift The Porter sniveling as he drags the fifthly mop down the corridor The “Don’t walk signs. Which everyone seems to ignore The cooks crying as he wakes up early searching for dietary old ladle Just to meet the breakfast rush, with sleep still in his eyes: his life seem to be a lie The doorman sniveling as the workers rush through the doors The looks on their faces, his hands stay closer to the company Tasers The foreigner taxi cabs drivers speed a headed of each other for two dollars ride As they tries their best to form a complete sentence.. Knowingly, that his spoken words is grammatically incorrect The babies sniveling as they mother drop them off at the sitters, Poor babies wish they could stay all day in their mother’s arm The poor man sniveling, can be heard through the land, America The rich man broad smiles as he killed another elephant for their ivory Takes images proclaiming victory The sadness of the hardest workers, or the elderly folks in pain Shows an undivided world of tough hardships and poor leaderships Each one to his or her own self, like homeless man Robert in the rain We wakes up each day under the same sun, the same cruelty and injustice the testing nuclear weapons in the atmosphere since 1945 and just recently another test And we continues this repeat, and the more we feel and see or smile turn into frowns I heard America sniveling: *Even in hardship, God’s goodness prevails.” E ― Todd Stocker, *

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

I Hear America Sniveling

I Hear America sniveling A nod to Walt Whitman, I hear America sniveling, life of hardships Those are the nurse’s aide, each sniveling looking tired and worn out Petrified of being on the morning shift The Porter sniveling as he drags the fifthly mop down the corridor The “Don’t walk signs. Which everyone seems to ignore The cooks crying as he wakes up early searching for dietary old ladle Just to meet the breakfast rush, with sleep still in his eyes: his life seem to be a lie The doorman sniveling as the workers rush through the doors The looks on their faces, his hands stay closer to the company Tasers The foreigner taxi cabs drivers speed a headed of each other for two dollars ride As they tries their best to form a complete sentence.. Knowingly, that his spoken words is grammatically incorrect The babies sniveling as they mother drop them off at the sitters, Poor babies wish they could stay all day in their mother’s arm The poor man sniveling, can be heard through the land, America The rich man broad smiles as he killed another elephant for their ivory Takes images proclaiming victory The sadness of the hardest workers, or the elderly folks in pain Shows an undivided world of tough hardships and poor leaderships Each one to his or her own self, like homeless man Robert in the rain We wakes up each day under the same sun, the same cruelty and injustice the testing nuclear weapons in the atmosphere since 1945 and just recently another test And we continues this repeat, and the more we feel and see or smile turn into frowns I heard America sniveling: *Even in hardship, God’s goodness prevails.” E ― Todd Stocker, *

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I Think Ziggy’s playing guitar again. And walking on the wild side. I fancy a walk it’s a fine spring evening. And I’ve kept my self busy with half arsed house cleaning. Who knows what’s round the corner? What tattered hymns are being hummed from the leopard skin trolley dollies? Their kneeling for distraught drunken jockeys Discussions which inevitably create fraught tension. That which must be defused Catch a break brother you’re casting successive **** storms. Throw on the parker and thus to the shelter. Thirty six and dour and positively ***** Few dollars in the bank. Show patience and may receive what I deserve. I lean and drool, the swagger of Liam Gallagher and clean my shiny Excalibur. Indulge the kindness of strangers. The merging of unstable behaviour. Shake the snow globe and set tasers to stun I talk to the luscious Lucia. Tell her to skip the small talk and let’s get to marinating the pork Another dumb quirk, dumb dirt that comes from my cracked beak. She considerers me flippant and freakish. I am truly scrooge macduffed She returns to her posh rugby fan with blonde locks and a chin that could hold six pints. I lay this dog to die and meet some more familiar faces. All the venues are familiar. Avast the putrid fog of masculine sweat, the desperate air of ****** puns that drag and caress us in the arm pit of jacks sick giant. None of our jokes make any sense and were ducking and diving into primitive offence. The next few hours are unacceptable and the horror must have me in chained. If I could describe the rest Charlie Bronson would light my *** Woke up next day lying on the wing of a Heathrow aeroplane. Without my trousers. And several tubes in the near regions. And now it come to this. Prison showers and a Glaswegian mans kiss.

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC

jack-kelly

5AM Salute

I Think Ziggy’s playing guitar again. And walking on the wild side. I fancy a walk it’s a fine spring evening. And I’ve kept my self busy with half arsed house cleaning. Who knows what’s round the corner? What tattered hymns are being hummed from the leopard skin trolley dollies? Their kneeling for distraught drunken jockeys Discussions which inevitably create fraught tension. That which must be defused Catch a break brother you’re casting successive **** storms. Throw on the parker and thus to the shelter. Thirty six and dour and positively ***** Few dollars in the bank. Show patience and may receive what I deserve. I lean and drool, the swagger of Liam Gallagher and clean my shiny Excalibur. Indulge the kindness of strangers. The merging of unstable behaviour. Shake the snow globe and set tasers to stun I talk to the luscious Lucia. Tell her to skip the small talk and let’s get to marinating the pork Another dumb quirk, dumb dirt that comes from my cracked beak. She considerers me flippant and freakish. I am truly scrooge macduffed She returns to her posh rugby fan with blonde locks and a chin that could hold six pints. I lay this dog to die and meet some more familiar faces. All the venues are familiar. Avast the putrid fog of masculine sweat, the desperate air of ****** puns that drag and caress us in the arm pit of jacks sick giant. None of our jokes make any sense and were ducking and diving into primitive offence. The next few hours are unacceptable and the horror must have me in chained. If I could describe the rest Charlie Bronson would light my *** Woke up next day lying on the wing of a Heathrow aeroplane. Without my trousers. And several tubes in the near regions. And now it come to this. Prison showers and a Glaswegian mans kiss.

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"12 gauge iron piping" i chant continuously "where can I get me some of that smooth, solid, 12 gauge iron piping?" the citygoers glance at me and return to their business i cannot stop myself this chant I foresee has no end I grab a man by the shoulders a burly man he is terrified "wh... whadya want?" he asks nervously pedestrians are starting to take notice "iron piping! Get me some of that smooth iron piping!!" "excuse me?" several police officers are approaching now i can smell them pigs "ay pigs!!" i screech as I run toward them arms outstretched ready to have me some ham they draw their tasers and fire too much voltage I am gone

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC

gsx

ay pigs

"12 gauge iron piping" i chant continuously "where can I get me some of that smooth, solid, 12 gauge iron piping?" the citygoers glance at me and return to their business i cannot stop myself this chant I foresee has no end I grab a man by the shoulders a burly man he is terrified "wh... whadya want?" he asks nervously pedestrians are starting to take notice "iron piping! Get me some of that smooth iron piping!!" "excuse me?" several police officers are approaching now i can smell them pigs "ay pigs!!" i screech as I run toward them arms outstretched ready to have me some ham they draw their tasers and fire too much voltage I am gone

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i will give you little paper hearts and hope they'll make you feel better a million of them dropping from the sky little love bombs that float like ash i will give you hand grenades of happiness so you can throw them at the people around you and make the life you live with them better i will give you a special one for you to pull the pin but stand there and hold it until it releases in an explosion of peace i will give you heart-felt bullets to shoot into your vital organs and anyone else's you see fit in order to penetrate their crusty bent rusted shells and make them feel again i will give you and endless supply of tasers to wake us all up to love i will give you bombs lots of them but you must promise to set them off

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC

Redshift

love fighters

i will give you little paper hearts and hope they'll make you feel better a million of them dropping from the sky little love bombs that float like ash i will give you hand grenades of happiness so you can throw them at the people around you and make the life you live with them better i will give you a special one for you to pull the pin but stand there and hold it until it releases in an explosion of peace i will give you heart-felt bullets to shoot into your vital organs and anyone else's you see fit in order to penetrate their crusty bent rusted shells and make them feel again i will give you and endless supply of tasers to wake us all up to love i will give you bombs lots of them but you must promise to set them off

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Got a job as a *********** Tester" for a company that manufactures stun guns and tasers. Spend 8 hours a day going, "YOWW-ZA!" 01-20-2016

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC

richard-riddle

What They DON'T Tell You (when applying for a job)

Got a job as a *********** Tester" for a company that manufactures stun guns and tasers. Spend 8 hours a day going, "YOWW-ZA!" 01-20-2016

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You're a lightning shock. It's not a cliche, I mean it literally, Static electricity, you physically ******* me, I'm down to earth, keep you grounded, you're a live-wire, Got me trapped, so I follow you like the Pied Piper, Can't you see you're charging me? I'm cardiac arrested, It's battery, and I'm having a heart attack, it's desperate, But I'll be back, resurrected, you're a defibrillator, Lips are tasers, this isn't safe but I live for danger. Hand on my chest, restarting my heart's rhythm, Arteries risen, you've always been the spark in the system.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC

TW

A spark

You're a lightning shock. It's not a cliche, I mean it literally, Static electricity, you physically ******* me, I'm down to earth, keep you grounded, you're a live-wire, Got me trapped, so I follow you like the Pied Piper, Can't you see you're charging me? I'm cardiac arrested, It's battery, and I'm having a heart attack, it's desperate, But I'll be back, resurrected, you're a defibrillator, Lips are tasers, this isn't safe but I live for danger. Hand on my chest, restarting my heart's rhythm, Arteries risen, you've always been the spark in the system.

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NPR reports unmanned drones are now being equipped with tasers. Like *** those boys at the very top must be living in some serious fear, those things cost millions & all I've got are my fists, it's driving them delirious.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC

jonny-angel

Them Boys At The Very Top (Must Be Living In Some Serious Fear)

NPR reports unmanned drones are now being equipped with tasers. Like *** those boys at the very top must be living in some serious fear, those things cost millions & all I've got are my fists, it's driving them delirious.

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Little girl with the bright blue eyes, why do you cry? Sitting on the floor looking at pills to **** And razors that sting like tasers. Little girl with the biggest smile, why don’t you stop to think awhile? Holding a withered daffodil, the tears spill. Little girl with the freckled nose, what do you seek? Standing now, she looks towards the sky. "A Savior to give me the strength to survive.."

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC

mea024

New Faith

Little girl with the bright blue eyes, why do you cry? Sitting on the floor looking at pills to **** And razors that sting like tasers. Little girl with the biggest smile, why don’t you stop to think awhile? Holding a withered daffodil, the tears spill. Little girl with the freckled nose, what do you seek? Standing now, she looks towards the sky. "A Savior to give me the strength to survive.."

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