Part of me just knows this is silly and won’t work out
I don’t care anymore though, it’s time to get up and shout
The lyrics are a work in progress, as many things are
Constant work can allow you to go far
Don’t rely on talent too much, especially if you’re not wealthy
With the money they can throw around they can make anyone’s sound healthy
NEW PLACE
Save me from this new place
The one I didn’t ask to take
Others will soon know
What it means
How long it will last
The beginnings are starting to show
This is a paradigm Indeed
With a window to the unforeseen
The Illusion is overwhelming
But it is only for a temporary dwelling
A bright habitat that evokes new life
Amazing opportunity that shows its might
Angels appear in many forms
I knew one my whole life, the image no longer scorned
Press on with faithful modesty
Hopeful spring in the land of uncertainty
Bring it to the table so we can dine together
All of us, Sister and Brother
Farther out still though with some time to spare
Evil looks and stares descend upon the madness that begins to bear
NEW POSE
The Irish Unicorn struck a new pose
While refusing to wear pantyhose
This is a strange game you play with yourself while on the road
Your intentions are good, not too frequently I’ve been told
It’s endless though, the consummation of the deal
The warrantless search by the joker, broke the mended heal
It’s apparent to me young man you have no idea what you’re doing
Your response is predictable as ever, even when I don’t know where you going
Keep the flow going while trying to stay alive
Even it if doesn’t work out, you have to strive
For not just your fun, but others as well
We’ll all be better off without worrying about something to sell
That’s it stupid boy, you’re not taking this seriously
I’m the Devil you know, let’s continue the deal seamlessly
Now who is who in this crazy game?
Neither one of the characters fits my name
Related to both by nature of experience
With belly full and future on the rise, we must make the leap this instant
The pilgrimage half through
To a show, thankfully much better than “the View”
A fellow fun person who likes to get goofy and dance
I am hoping she can give me my chance
At a better life, whatever that means
Or at least one where my art is not just in my dreams
Is he Jesus? No he’s just a guy
How do people even know which one to try?
I’m just me and that’s all I know how to do
Can’t always worry about what others’ choices are for you
OPPORTUNITY
Fairly cartoonish endeavor that has begun to hover
Above the clouds, illuminating colors like butter
Practical feistiness by the ones in charge, brings a sporadic crowd, that’s more than lack luster
But soon the opportunity will present
With all of us in on the payment
The reward for finally achieving the true objective
Bring him back soul and all, and you’ll be on the Heaven Selective
Although the impatience can be demoralizing
All this talk, too much analyzing
Have to forget much of what we learned
The reality that we likely to deny, it’s really about the money earned
Feast on it Wolves, while you still can
Those who are too greedy won’t be part of the next plan
PARADE
The late morning parade will be the talk of the day
Even though it’s a charade celebrating this way
What are they so proud of?
Winning the war? Conquering new territory?
Did the helping hand get extended?
To the needy group whose life on this planet needed to be amended
It’s hard to ask the proper question
To engage in some sort of worthwhile mission
No longer in love with this place
Too many idiots running the chase
But of course, I’m still a member of the American Race
Forging a new beginning will be difficult
The others look down coldly on those who leave this big fine cult
Keep in align, if you disagree too much, then you can get out
Following every order our leaders say is what we seem to be about
But not me anymore,
Exercising my right to preach my voice is my way to settle the score
PATH
In the end, can there be just one
Wouldn’t be much fun
We were meant to live together
Although you wouldn’t know it by the way we treat our brother
Why is staring at a screen the path to enlightenment
Or is it not; we’re instead on the search for contentment
Our goals no longer seem to have any purpose
The only thing is more money, what crap your woman has in her purse
There’s too much to do before being carried away in a Hurse
Am I alone in this view?
Don’t want to ruffle too many feathers or they might sue
Except I don’t have any money to give you
It’s not easy when you have to constantly work to survive
People in power can hand the reigns to their kin, no matter their sin, and that simply doesn’t jive
The elites think they had it tough
Learning which private school to send your kids, must be rough
But soon the imbalance will change
Workers taking their rightful place upon the stage
PLANET
Hello far reaching planet of the current age
It is time to build your stage
The era is over for the wolves in power
Do they ever take a shower?
Feel the placement with certainty
This is it! She yelled, listen to me
You’ve made it to this place without interruption
But now the toxic endeavors are striving for exploration
WE HAVE TO MAKE IT NOW
NO ONE IS GOING TO SHOW US HOW
RISE UP AND TAKE A STAND
EVEN IF NO ONE TAKES YOUR HAND
We haven’t seen the enlightened one since before the first classical age
But, now confusion sets in, who has the right, no one can say
The mystical prince from the dying star of old
Has seen too much, to do as told
Proclaim it now before it’s too late
Wolves never hesitate
They’re eager to keep their place
As the UNCHOSEN –Choice few
Nobody else seems to really like their tune
But as you know, it is not up to you
WE HAVE TO MAKE IT NOW
NOT ONE IS GOING TO SHOW US HOW
RISE UP AND TAKE A STAND
EVEN IF NO ONE TAKES YOUR HAND
The Headless Horseman laughs with excitement
As the machine operators hide their contempt
The wolves’ followers are easily kept in line
Just throw ‘em a bone once in a while,
It will save some time
But before the enlightened one can reappear
The wolves go and put a new tax on beer
WE HAVE TO MAKE IT NOW
NOT ONE IS GOING TO SHOW US HOW
RISE
UP AND TAKE A STAND
EVEN IF NO ONE TAKES YOUR HAND
SHIT, SHOWER AND SHAVE
Five days of fun building up strong
But must have done somebody wrong
It’s time to refocus, heading back to my cave
Not ever ready for this kind of rave
After that cheeseburger and beer
And a little weed to cure the fear
It will be time for a shit, shower and Shave
Shit, shower and shave
It’s the best way to pave
A new fresh beginning and
Forgetting the untold stories
From across the maze
It’s time for a shit, shower and shave
Visit the city for just a few days, then got to get on out
So many damn people running all over the place, makes me wanna shout
I like more the slow pace of things, but rev it up once in a while
It ain’t too bad us all getting together once in a while, we ain’t all that vile
But the batteries need recharging,
This is too much city, it seems to enslave
It’s time to get on out
Breathe some fresh air, and then home bound
It’s time for a shit shower and shave
Shit, shower and shave
It’s the best way to pave
A new fresh beginning and
Forgetting the untold stories
From across the maze
It’s time for a shit, shower and shave
QWEST
The Qwest should have been spiritual all along
Less worry about the money I’ll make with each song
Human life means something
Aged this many years as this person
Others seem to hear my thoughts
Even though I can’t see them, the mood seems distraught
Where, whenever this place is, I have tried to live in harmony
Don’t always do the right thing, but I know I don’t need a palace of ivory
Put yourself in their shoes, was the expression I heard as a boy
Now it seems to consume me as there are certain shoes I couldn’t begin to ploy
Certain evil I feel, I stay out,
But there are also others who do heroic work, day in day out
I’m no saint, but no curse either
This situation can produce The Fear
My staying course is helping in some way, but the negative in the world,
When in tune with it, makes me feel worse than just bored
So I keep on trekking on
Encouraging myself to write another song
Maybe this will be the one that rights all the wrongs
RAILWAY WALK
Sitting on a rail in the middle of nowhere
Wondering how my life got here
She seemed good at first, but now I’m lost at best
What comes next is anybody’s guess
Clouds still gloom overhead,
But, luckily with the serpent coiled around his neck the journey will take some out of him yet
Now I’m sleeping under an overpass
Watching as the cars drive past
Contemplating these next few days ahead
It seems to me that despite all that’s happened, there’s no need to dread
It does look like the sun still will come up and life will go on another day
It’s my fault this time, But with good fortune coming our way
There’s no need to stop the play
REFLECTIONS
In accordance with those who used to know me
I went in, so that I can now be free
From the persecution I’ve felt most my life
We all have our way of seeing the light
The mightiest sword couldn’t strike those memories down
Suffocating my thoughts; anyone would drown
I choose not to bring others down with me
But maybe I should, if those people continue to persecute me
They know what they were like and how I was raised
Forgiveness is something to be praised
But continuing to try and make me feel bad, puts me in an awkward spot
There are certain memories that shouldn’t be sought
Just let it go, I know what I’m doing
33 Years I’ve been growing
RELIGION OF ROCK
The beliefs that were sprung on me forcefully
Never made much sense to me
I always felt a deeper need to be free
Mantras and fairy tales that were laid on thick
I think one was about a talking stick
Always left me feeling a little sick
But the faith that always made the most sense
I wasn’t always willing to bargain with
It’s a little dirtier but exciting
Enjoying one’s self is always inviting
It does require some careful planning
To avoid the excess drugs and drowning
I’ve been through many of the crazy shit already
So I’m more likely, to stay steady
When it’s time to get crazy on your block
Let’s practice the Religion of Rock
YEAH……….whoa YEAH
THE RELIGION OF ROCK
WHOA YEAH, THE RELIGION OF ROCK
NO NEED FOR A TALKING SOCK
NO, IT’S THE RELIGON OF ROCK
BE THE BADDEST ON YOUR BLOCK
YEAH…IT’S THE RELIGION OF ROCK
REPRESENT
Pushing forward
Aiming High
Dreams are within reach
But, it takes more than try
Soon will have to go back to the grind, get a shit job, just to get by
Not a member of the top group with the world as their oyster
Impatience sets in like a bruised, bleeding blister
People like me have to work for a living
Mitt can push a few buttons and fire people like me, to make a killing
But then there are people who make what I make that still vote for guys like Mitt
He DOES NOT REPRESENT YOU, No matter how much you want to believe it
Can’t understand the appeal of that kind of person
Closing down a factory, laying people off, Just to give a commission to the yacht salesman
Well, I don’t like the other guy, so I’m voting for him
What the FUCK!? If you’re going to do that, vote for your neighbor, Jim
I’d love to see that in the next Presidential election
Millions of write in votes for a wide cross section
Don’t just vote for somebody because of the flag they wave
Vote for someone you know, someone you trust, that represents YOU, someone you’d be willing to save
It’s your vote; you don’t have to vote for that guy
And if you’re registered in one of the parties, make your voice heard, even in July
Don’t just check away, because some elites far away are telling you, “This is OUR GUY”
Who gives a FUCK if they represent the Elephant or Donkey Party?
Do they truly represent US, ALL OF US, look at them honestly
We all have our differences, that much is clear
But allowing these two organizations to control our country has allowed us to be consumed with cynicism and fear
We have the power, no matter what they say
Let’s start changing thing right away,
Starting today
RESISTANCE
Thought police round the corner
They’ve made their conclusion; bit by bit, we’ve sold to the highest bidder
In some cases not even selling, instead just being a quitter
Resigned to the way things have been
Oh well, it’s happening again
We love our electronic toys more than life itself
&
nbsp; Stay oblivious to the lack of help
March on without care to the clearly doomed future
How many friends in the real world can we procure?
The rising tide is gaining ground
As we stumble around
Worrying about nonsense that is always found
Someday we’ll get it, hopefully not too late
Remember, the Wolves will kill, rather than give food off their plate
I know I’m not long for this world, and that’s okay
Feeling at peace with my maker on this day
RICH MOMNEY’S GOT A NEW BOAT
Illustrious visions by the one in charge
In ten to fifteen years we’ll start doing our part
Until then, let’s burn up as much as we can, we all know there is no God’s plan
If God did have an agenda
I don’t think it would be for us to shit on his sofa
The great gift we’ve been given
And we expect more when it’s all gone
Well Anyway, I’ll do my little part
Speak my one voice; At least it’s a start
Do you honestly think that gas will last forever?
Do you honestly think intense heat and gas has no effect on the weather?
It is not hopeless though, small changes can have a big effect
There is still the problem of those who even when knowing what we know, still don’t give a shit
I’d be suspicious of anyone who says to be religious but is willing to shit and spit where they sit
Earth is our home for now
No matter what you believe that is a fact all of us have to reckon with some how
Well Anyway, I’ll do my little part
Speak my one voice; At least it’s a start
We all like to know what happens when we die
Is that really the purpose of life, to constantly live a lie?
I don’t care about death, I care about life
Tired of all the talk about what happens when it’s all over
The show is live now, let’s get together, have good times, worry about death and the end when our time is over
Well Anyway, I’ll do my little part
Speak my one voice; At least it’s a start
IF you want to prey for someone, don’t waste them on me
Prey for all the evil that still exist in the world, that is plain to see
Wars with no purpose, starving and homeless people across the planet
And, prey for Mitt Romney, there’s a new 80 foot yacht he’ll be happy sailing in
The imbalance is so ridiculous and obvious, we have to do something right
How bad does it have to get, all college grads working at Target
A tiny group controls just about everything
The reason we allow this is very unclear, not speaking up and allowing this nonsense to continue is the worst kind of sin
Well Anyway, I’ll do my little part
Speak my one voice; At least it’s a start
RIGHTEOUS ONE
Assaulted on all fronts by the all caring, all knowing
The inner thoughts they know what it’s all about
The others are infallible, a righteous group
Keep steady; you may get to join their troop
To whatever they ask, no matter the inner charm
Strong confidence must be avoided
Until all the details are sorted
Speaking clearly in a logical debate
Will still give pause, about your minds’ weight
Follow the witch hunt to the end
A new journey will be in order
Don’t worry about the letter to send
Will they see it before time comes?
Hard to say, he’s not the righteous one
RUGBY SOLILOQUY
For those of you of strong mind and body
There is a true test that is not for just anybody
The pace is relentless,
40 minutes of constant running and tackling
Few Breaks or rest
No high five after a good play
No rest on this day
Wipe the blood off, you’re okay
This isn’t football with a break every few seconds
You need to fight through pain for more than a few minutes
Passing, kicking, tackling, rucking and mauling, everyone on the field has to know how to do it
If you can’t, sub out, a fresh rugger is ready to go this instant
But, remember once you’re out, you’re out,
No returning to the fight
Offense and Defense, everyone plays
It is the most intense game there is these days
And remember, when the 40 minutes of constant running and hitting is up,
You’re not quite done,
That was just the first half son
Rugby, the true game of Champions
Beat the shit out of each other for 80 minutes; afterwards both sides celebrate a hard fought match like true companions
If you think you can handle it, come on out
We love to show newbies what we’re all about
Women can play too, and don’t laugh at that; many of them could kick your ass
So, next Saturday Rugby Day, if you feel the inclination
Come on out to the pitch, you’ll believe in Rugby, without hesitation
STARS
The stars were aligned during the 5th installment
Heavens open with rich praise and encouragement
He speaks the truth, flawed as is he is,
The Knight from the golden era
Packs of dancing hyenas gazed into the mirror
Is all hope lost in this strange time of theirs?
We left good details for all the followers
Do they still not understand the place of the son?
Hard to believe the war is still not done
The messages were left, subtle but obvious
Grow too big and greedy, and all hope is lost
Their advancement is happening much too fast
They’ll take out others with them, just like the past
Except their even quicker, have barely past the 1st installment
There’ll soon be nothing left of the hope encampment
Yes the potential is obvious, it demands attention
When they have the slightest bit of caring, it brings delightful satisfaction
But with the wolves continuing to run the show,
Is all hope lost, Can love grow
Hard to say in this strange time of man
NO ONE SEEMS TO HAVE A PLAN
THE STUPIDS
Don’t get too rowdy, you might upset the Stupids
There are reactionary bunch, ready to punch
Anyone who makes them think
But it’s because of them and others that our country started its sink
It’s been a long slow gradual decline
Less emphasis on a logical mind
They can only understand black or white
No matter how much you talk, there is no reason in them tonight
They’ll fight to the death for concepts they don’t fully understand
Multi-faceted complex dilemmas, they have no ability to plan
So they start fights of fists and might,
Because they think it’s somehow right,
The Stupids are somehow controlling the debate
“Great” says the Wolves, “Let’s get in a quick nine before it’s too late”
Consumed with issues that are a personal matter
Basing their vote on gossip and news pundit chatter
No ability to think for themselves, or to truly understand what’s the matter
Stupids, if you don’t understand just admit that you don’t
If you think the 1% are inviting you to their party, Sorry, they aren�
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TASTE
So close I can taste it, yet still so far away
Why am I back here?
Because family said it wasn’t okay
Been worrying too much about what they think
Have to move on soon or else sink
Back into the rut I lived for too long
Not this time, I’m righting the wrong
I’ll stay long enough to settle my debts
Not be like Fuckhead, I’ll attest
But once back to the positive, I’m on my way
There has to be a better way to make it in the world today
There are other thinkers, who say,
I object to this, why are things this way
TEMPTATION
The contradiction was clear when the last one was close
He gave in to the temptation learned from the Holy Ghost
If you engage in this sort of behavior for too long
The fable will prove itself wrong
Acquire the necessary tools to proceed
They may feel the need to impede
It’s still up to you
As far as what you want to do
Hold fast, Live hard, watchful for young death
In this curious place, avoid the Devil’s bet
Fortunately for you, this is a new play
An acclaimed dance that goes every day
Your life’s ending is not of your choosing
Shouldn’t feel like you are losing
But it is a hard fought battle
That started long ago, Discovered in the state with Seattle
Rewards for those who think their able
Press on soldier, the fight is not yet done
You are still someone’s son
THE DARK ONE
Icy reception at the Full Moon Diner
The Lady from Omaha was a believer
In the oddness that presents itself first as easier
No one to listen to the Dark One’s Easter
Hello again, he said with a laugh
Rambunctious times for now, and then I must get back
The tension has been built too much, it may explode at last
What was he talking about in his past?
It was an unfortunate folly
The kind of dilemma one couldn’t be jolly
In accordance of his wishes, there’ll be no psychology
But, you still pretend to not care of the money
It may become too unbearable at some point in time
The unrest can be unbearable to rhyme
But the Dark One presses on, eager for debate
A change of scenery, he’ll quickly acclimate
Others are confused, then indifferent
To his silly antics that haven’t produced a single cent
Don’t worry, there is light at the end of the tunnel
No more slogans please, they only get you into trouble
What are you about, and why are you here
Well for good times, that’s all, no need to shed a tear
So, follow me and the Headless Horsemen
We will be absolutely rich in mind and body by then
Don’t worry about the Dark One’s strange behavior, if you’re lucky, he’ll bring you with him
THE FEAR
Fortunately for me it isn’t up to you
Retaliation is a mistress that shouldn’t be used
Hand back the tools that have been rotting away
Consume the eager playfulness before it’s too late
This is the time, she said with a smile
That past life just needs to be filed
Eternal spring is coming soon, if you are the one in charge
But your decisions aren’t always giving someone a part
Act now in this great adventure,
Be the Defender
Before the oppressing tide that never surrenders
Hey…You, what are you doing here
It’s time to make something clear
You can no longer be consumed with The Fear
No longer willing to suppress the soul that has been in waiting
For the opportunity to reveal itself in full, hiding has been too taxing
Forever in kind during the side show
Rumors and double talk, slowing the flow
Facts being twisted by others so it’s easier to understand
The conclusion is near, but there may need to be a plan
Hey…You, what are you doing here
It’s time to make something clear
You can no longer be consumed with The Fear
THE TRAIN
On the train again
Thank God, No Damn Car
Oh Shit, They even have a bar
Have a good old time and not worry about who’s driving
Walk around, meet people learn how others are surviving
Ride the train once in a while
Let the time slowly pass by
Have a good time in the old box car, Enjoying life in cool style
Soon, hopefully we will have
The kind of transit I’ve seen in the foreign ad
More efficient, faster and less waste
All we need is a little taste
And we will soon be rid of our affliction
To this Century plus addiction
To Mother Earth’s blood, We use to run every mechanical incarnation
Ride the train once in a while
Let the time slowly pass by
Have a good time in the old box car, Enjoying life in cool style
THIS JOURNEY
There can be an advantage in fulfilling the mind
Dangers lurk through what was left behind
Hopefulness will not always win over The Fear
It’s also up to my dear, the urgent voice from long ago
Has made things clear once again
With the battles by the hand
The voice was a muffled old organ, the journey continues despite us all
Always new problems that need to be solved
The hand will continue to extend
To those of positive mind, not trying to bend
Stay on this journey
Alleviate negative worry
THIS PLACE
What is this place that I’ve created for myself?
The only real thing is me on a shelf
Headless Horsemen strikes again
What deeds did I do that were so filled with sin
Where am I and who am I in this place, and why am I feeling like a weakling, feeble but for some reason
Not too inclined on leaving
What is the forces’ purpose and why am I here
Did I just write that, or are you in fear
The images in my head are too dark to even express,
What is the meaning of that crow that just flew over my head, beginning his decent?
Too in tune with a place that I don’t want to be in tune with
I feel the butt of the joke, but…Just a little bit
This Place part II
This place is just one of many
Huge open world available to any
That is if you can afford it, money is the be all end all in this place
Try to make without it and you’re likely to have doors slammed in your face
I don’t believe in regret, and this place isn’t all bad
But, I’m tired of being in a place that just makes me sad
A fresh start will be fun
Sing some music in the sun
I didn’t bring my song book but it doesn’t matter
I’ll just write new ones and sell the other later
So easily distracted in this place,
Pretty woman walks by and I forget my face
UNAWARE
That mother fucker is unaware
Of the torment that begins to tear
At the edges of reason, he’s been born to bea
r
All the patterns shouldn’t always be avoided
There may be a message there that needs to be sorted
It will eventually come to pass,
What it was all about, the fears and the doubt,
Why live so consumed with everyday tasks
If we all do die someday anyway
Why not live a little for today?
I can’t always plan for tomorrow
Who knows if or when it will get here?
Is money the only thing holding me back?
It’s hard to say in this modern world, so much excess information, I can’t keep track
I’m a freak and weirdo because I’ve asserted my true nature,
My family’s response wasn’t exactly nurture
There’s something wrong with you, there’s no way anyone would leave her
You need to get checked out, get a Doctor
When I tell you I’m happy
Does that mean anything?
Or how about 33 years living with this thing
Your understanding of me is clearly outdated
I no longer need your approval to be validated
Saying what’s on my mind; showing more true spirit
I wouldn’t say, “All right, let’s let him hear it”
Are you really happy, really?
Please look at me honestly
Are you comfortable with yourself the way you talk to me?
Remember I feel emotions more than you know, Please tell me honestly
No matter what response I give to you
It must be wrong, according to you
Too many dreams were squashed too early
I’m young enough though to still see them clearly
Off with your negative shit
I barely have any money and I’m kickin’ it
Missing my boys, but still enjoying life
That does mean something right
No it’s about the time
And you don’t know how to rhyme
The only way to live is to do what everyone else says
My own choice and vision seems to mean nothing, I still think he needs some X-Rays
UNAWARE REVISTED
What is it about American life in the 21st century that anyone could possibly object to?
There has to be something wrong with you
It’s unfortunate that it took so long
It won’t correct any wrongs
Follow us, or you’re not our son
We know you better, or at least we once did when the years were few
That was a long time ago though, grown up quite a bit since then
My views of certain sacred principles has to be adjusted from time to time
Certain lessons learned as a boy, I just can’t seem to abide
Following stupid rules simply because someone tells you
Maintaining course toward the end, people who question things, a chose few
Right now a man is in prison for exposing war crimes,
Evidence of American soldiers gunning down civilians, who were helping the dying’s cries
The truth hurts yes
But ending the madness would hurt far less
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness are principles worth striving for
They’re not on the Federal’s list of chores
I cannot follow ANY order no matter how ridiculous
I have too much connection to human existence
We’ve gotten off course somewhere in our past
This generation has got to step up if we want our society, not just country, to last
We can’t let the U.S.A. control our daily life
Some basic necessities are nice so we don’t have the worry time
But that’s all the U.S. should handle, the rest is up to us
Diversify our economies much more specific to each region
No more pandering to corporate reason
It will soon be too late to just maintain course
We have to put ourselves onto a new course
No matter how much we deny it we know it’s clear
Something has to change NOW before there’s panic and fear
It’s not just global warming, glass ceilings, class wars
It’s lack of discussions in anyplace, even bars
We’ve become pawns in their game, handing over our power
Without even looking over our shoulder
What is so special about them that they can live like that?
Many people have no water or food in the place where they sit
How do we change; simple enough
Declare Independence, running a smaller republic is much less tough
Without outside influence we could govern ourselves much more efficiently
Let the voters speak, each vote count legitimately
No more pandering to how the Feds want it done
“Don’t worry, we’ve got this one son”
We live here, we work here, we die here, what do you know of our life?
Go back to the City of Washington and buy a new tie
The venison roams in the country alone
But there are also great cities to call home
We seem to care over here a little more as a collective
About what happens where we live and what our taxes are used to give
Personally I don’t mind paying taxes as long as it’s legit
But we all know that much of the money and breaks go to those who don’t need it or wanted it to begin with
Too few people are aloud far too much power
They have their money because their great whatever invented that thing you can use in the shower
A sensible cap is just common sense
As individuals, we’re far too greedy to follow our own penance
It gets to a point where more means nothing,
At that point, Don’t be a FUCK HEAD, DONATE SOMETHING
The unethical, corrupt shithead who only seems to feed on power money and greed
Should be dropped off in the middle of nowhere, no connections to the outside world,
Survive now without your workers at your steed
The people at the top ARE NOT always the fittest
In fact, in many cases they’ve demonstrated to be the dimmest
Paid millions to sit in a room and boast
“Who has the biggest swinging dick at this Roast?”
Their bravado paper thin
Without their money, their nothing again
I refuse to only be defined by how much I make
But, of course by focusing on this it may lead to a higher take
UNAWARE:
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