A poet in Pennsylvania.
Knees together milky white thighs ribs under breasts protecting a heavenly beat. Arms out stretched backwards, the wings of a bird or inward folding to prayer.
Open your history books It's all lies If you want to see history in the making Open your eyes Now, I'm figuratively speaking When I say see I mean believing You can see You're not blind Have you...
What would you do with a weather machine. A weather machine. A weather machine. And who would really want a wether machine. A weather machine. A weather machine. Well that's easy peazy.
I'm a conspiracist. I love a good conspiracy theory. The facts that are presented To the public have too many holes in them, And just aren't relevant. Paranoia says, "Shut up.
Where is the sea of tranquility. Where is the land of opportunity. We inherit this corrupt economy, that's currency is anything but divided out evenly. And you want to talk about equality.