Has the population of the earth come as far, for
to not bully and torture people anymore?
Have some so-called leaders done more wrong
than the innocent, who done no wrong
or even the most brutal man in prison?
Are seekers of death the ones who can’t talk or make communication,
or are they the ones who yell and can get away with whatever they want,
under their own duress and frustration?
This might be the answer:
Unfortunately, a man had his head shaved different.
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Fortunately ...
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It wasn’t the jock?
so the jury thought,
when the boy with the mohawk
died under a car.
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Punk rebellion will hit big in Texas.
As for the rest of the world ...
There are third world nations and larger than a country corporations,
as in, one percent rules and many are considered fools.
They just don’t vote for the best joke, and get this,
for protection from actual election.
not to mention the tension with humans
working detention making stuffed animals,
and the tension with female genital mutilation.
This the fascination with jealousy and possession.
Confession: “I can’t do anything to stop all this.”
Because it’s personal responsibility retraction, temporary satisfaction,
paid for passion, put my kid on rid-dlin, or lithium, hey
MOMS for valium, and what about Big Brother’s aquarium,
and internet fairyland makes us forget
about poisoned sand and littered beaches; unedible peaches.
Check this out, the government features supplement
like band aids and rubber cement.
To the future, my lament, and present, resent. Refreshments!
a buck fifty-nine, but the actual retail price is ten cents.
Ten cents Bullshit ten cents Bullshit ...
Some of us got contraptions for contraptions, distractions for distractions,
captions for our babysitting television; “Irrelevant, your honor.”.
The politicians are going by the loud voice of submission
from the Christian Coalition to the gunmakers’ ambition,
or money rich in tradition, or to nobody who will listen,
or dig this - the infamous ventriloquist lobbyist
who insists, “You can’t put a stop to this.
You can’t put a stop to this.
Fuck You can’t put a stop to this. Fuck You can’t put a stop to this.”
There’s the flowers and the towers and the sour dowries
given in the wedding hour, like business power,
under lead based showers; and sad-faced workers,
and the coal miner’s daughters relate this fact:
there is no finer slaughter than fast food consumption,
or demographic assumptions, or disintegrating human rights eruption.
Progress is erosion, like trash dumping on an aboriginal path,
who long ago cried, “We can’t put a stop to this, help us,
we can’t put a stop to this.”
Individualism has gone bad. Nationalism is sad.
Materialism has been on the rise.
Generalism is stereotypical lies, which reminds me,
capitalism is not democracy. Big Business is a flaw, you see.
Minimum wage is diplomacy. Franchises are cheap,
like dealing the fate of sheep, or fraternizing thieves.
Leaves fall. People die. Children lie. And so now all that leads to sorrow,
and if that’s the only place that I can start for a better tomorrow,
then I guess I’ll take it.
