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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Political · #1745787
This is a poem for Society
We be the people
The world be the evil
We have the ego
Why do we souls
To home depot
Program are life in are tivo
And wait for the sequal
And screw up the eco
say whos illegel
Must be the chinos
That must be the reason we cant pay for are kemo
Tax casinos
Put the weed in your hemos
And see how fast the recession closed
Put on are shoes
But don’t walk on are souls
don’t dance
If your gonna step on are toes
Don’t seem like a friend
And act like a foe
Don’t act like you know
Don’t sell me crap with a bow
don’t stab me in the back
If you cant go toe to toe
don’t hide a dove in a flock of crows
don’t kiss me high
Then cut me low
You think they would protest
If are pres didn’t have a fro
With a name like joe
And raised with some doe
I didn’t think so

So how can we grow
If we cant mingle
What color is jesus and cringle
societys sink hole
They think push and we pull
that’s what seperates pokets being empty or full
What you want bush, McCain, or dole
The youth is so sick of the old
We have more bullets that the whole world could
If not then push a button and explode
We got weapons worth their weight in gold
But we got people that cant turn on their stove
We cant afford produce
Cause their grownn gernades in the grove
Got people that have one pair of clothes
Then people that wear a quarter of their wardrobe
How is it goodwill when it’s a dollar for robe
They cant even pay a dollar for the debt that is owed
Were all alone
Were all drones
We wont step out are comfort zone
Half of us fat
The other bones
I cant just look away from hungry moans
We never reep what we sew
Now that are covers blown
Hope we don’t fall like rome
I feel owned
Satans on the thrown
Tapn are phones
Yea the bird has flown
Stem cells and clones
In hell eatn ice cream cones
Are future is known
So I try to hoan
In on the positive
But most conversations with God
Is derogative
It becomes harder to know his perogitive
Got people liven to die
Got people dien to live
Got people that wont even give
And people with more on their mind then they got on their ribs
Even less that their kids got on their bibs
The world is the judge and we cant face what we did
Thiers a war gon on and most people just hid
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