April 14, 2009

• The day was on tiptoes and the air was cool
  warmth from the blankets kept me at bay
  I knew today was the start of hell
  it would tear at my recently healed wounds
  lacerations and hell fire
  I despise the state of affairs
  and buckle under this heavy burden
  If I knew my passion, life would carry me
  I see these plastic people
  they favor the smell
  fresh plastic
  can I get you a hundred dollar bill to wipe your a$$
  would I trade lives?
  knowing what I know...
  riches and oblivion
  or rags and intellect and wisdom
  knowledge trumps shiny toys
  I'll watch you die
  poisoning from sucking on your new toy.
  They say the oven cooking this earth will end us all
  I know it's a fucken lie!
  just another excuse to tax
  robbing the poor and lining the pockets of "martyr" thieves.
  I'll laugh and watch as their sons and daughters od
  on a drug supplied by our tax dollars.
  I hope your money fucken buries you.
  The company you keep is a piece of paper...

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