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The Last Nail


Observing the obvious, observing us fools.
Observing our rituals to use as their tools.
Quantifying hatred on a 1 too 10 scale…
Then feeding it all back to us, how can we tell?
 Quality controllers all dressed in blue.
Controlling the streets and ambulance crews.
Street thugs and hoodlums all wanting their share…
A baby is crying… who f***ing cares?
The gray skies are darkening and nobody sees.
They say we can dance but not where we please.
Confusion and delusion our daily torment.
One letter opened that never was sent.
Be all you can be but not if I say…
Things will be done, but only their way.
Maybe it is the right way… how can we tell?
They lie on camera and in the papers as well!
So observing the obvious will be my last tale…
I'll leave some others to bang in the last nail.





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