Poetry For Everyday People
It's Not Christmas It's Easter
They lube their words
try to slide it in
tell you that certain love
is a moral sin
click clack smack
fire works begin
and as you look up
they spit and call
it sin?
look you in the eyes
lie with utter ease
steal your moonshine
call it mountain grease
dividing the world
just to make money
everything top secret
call each other honey
gay is perfectly happy
they'll call it sad
the truth is a lie
you've been had.
try to slide it in
tell you that certain love
is a moral sin
click clack smack
fire works begin
and as you look up
they spit and call
it sin?
look you in the eyes
lie with utter ease
steal your moonshine
call it mountain grease
dividing the world
just to make money
everything top secret
call each other honey
gay is perfectly happy
they'll call it sad
the truth is a lie
you've been had.
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It`s Not Christmas It`s Easter
It`s Not Christmas It`s Easter
