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I can be your Barbie doll What you want I'll do it all, Change everything from my hair to my shoes, What you want is for you to chose.
#rant The tasteless food and unhappy mood, the grumpy isolation and lack of interrogation. A world on crack, where leaders need a 'whack' but there is no light, only the dark of night.
WARNING: Rude words. As if you couldn't tell...
The peasants where revolting as the cleric with the hook ran a ring of shame around our leaders throats.
6/22/2007 I implore you, what are we to do.
Tapping playin , being plays , by Machines, moving to soulless creations , no hope , no life , an ever waking death , of all things expansive , fear runs our show , not one stands amongst the...
We go through life. From young to old, Then the young get told, What we do.
Hairy Mary your rather contrary. Smell like a tramp but dress like a fairy. Talk like a woman but walk like a man. Living inside an old transit van. One day soon you may realise.
I really want to be different, I hate all that is 'not' My music taste's eclectic, I love the stench of body rot My clothes, they are a cool nightmare, My face, it's set hard and grim (Ssssh,...
Im tired of watching crude Politics Spread by Small-minded dicks Energy wasted controlling a nation Whose brains are on permanent vacation.
Thatcher this is your legacy Where greed is good Where consumption is high With the price of food The eighties and nineties The birth of the label The dawn of the must haves Instead of food on the...
Traveling through Texas Seventy-five miles from the border Came to a stop—Heard "Get yer papers...
It's not much fun when you're a sheep, The only noise you make is 'bleat', The shepherds tell you what to do, You follow when the plan's askew.
"God is Love (and love ain't cheap)" Whisper bishops, pockets deep. "Maybe we can't prove this story, But it's cash that shows His glory." Love is God, so don't lose faith. You deserve a perfect...
Long live the king,. (Yeah, right, that man's a f***ing a**,). I'll hail him until the end,. (If he possessed an inch of class.). I'll throw my hands up in the air,.
Well, although it's a story for children, it takes maturity and incredible imagination to understand. For the first time I read it, my impression was: "wow, it's really fascinating and entertaining".
So I've been told, we are what we eat, And you get the government you deserve. You're known by the company you keep. Buddhists say we become what we observe.
You. Him. Her. Me. Everyone the same. Everyone searching, Crawling through this game, The soiled words of life, Told over and over again, OVERUSE IS FRACTURE. Now there is no meaning left. You. Him.
Stuck inside this modern jungle, Concrete everywhere. Meeting other people's standards, Lay before them bare. So much more than expectations, Weighing on my brow.
Democracy, hypocrisy they are obviously the same Leaders on top are still playing a dirty game Blaming the people ...come on this is so lame We are not numbers, we actually have a name Tired of...
Pour a coffee, Light a cigarette, Add more coffee, Its not home time yet. The turmoil’s and decisions, Of a normal working day, Shall it be tuna or chicken for lunch.
Porcelain skin, Pink, pale lips, Sparkling, green eyes, Curvy hips, Brunette, wavy hair, Gently brushed through, Light, long eyelashes, Long, dress blue.
This poem was inspired by Mark Twain's "War Prayer". With a painful lurch the stranger came into the room, And cast his eyes about into the darkness and the gloom.
Desperate times Call for desperate measures Wouldn't you agree. Piggyback On toxic debt To get to the top of the tree. A banker Without a bonus Is what you have become.