Don't forget to laugh even at yourself..The
most wisest man is the one who admits he's a fool..
I would have you all over for dinner sometime..
I would teach you all some nursery crimes..
Mayhaps even have a slight relapse and
That's just for starters..We'll hold hands and
watch the world die..The prisons that you make,
aren't made of brick or stone, But rivers of hate and lies..
The money that you love won't keep you warm at night..
Your brand name clothes..your designer nose..
And the new life you have made..The other end of
the frustrum is the downtrodden masses, with
heroin chic,pills up the sinuses, welfare for the
priviledged lower classes..Entitled, the rich get
richer and the poor get fatter..And I'm stuck
in the middle..fighting just to earn a dollar..You might
think this is all just Armchair power..I forsee a future..
Where the only currency is human desire..Better to be useful--
than useless..A submissive slave makes for a happy
master..You would talk theology and have me speak your
blasphemies..You would sell me bargain basement hate and tell
me of the pearly gates, from me, you'll only get laughter..
So, tell me..is it better to be the hunted or the hunter in
todays economy..Feeding the masochistic horn of plenty..there's
definatly many victims, so please choose one wisely..Dawn is
breaking, mentalated fog is lifting..As the cars sadly pass
me by..The masses need myth to keep the herd in line..
The more you look at it the more you don't see..
The trees from the forest..Sunshine from rain, joy from
agony and joy from pain..What else can I tell you,
The clothes make the slave..
By Rick Weber
June 25, 2012
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