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[aid] => mick
[title] => Content-ious People
[time] => 2005-05-29 20:47:00
[hometext] => To the ignorant masses.
[bodytext] => I watch the content people With their beaming faces How I wish I was one of them With everything in place They've got the right stuff They know all the right moves And everything they want to know It has already been proved The sun shines bright upon them And the moon bestows its grace Everywhere they cast their eyes Fickle fortune shows her face They never want nor need They have all they could ever ask Where others are forced to work They are allotted the easiest task Always kindness whenever called And never shed a sadness tear From pole to pole are kept safe And east to west they never fear Their clothes are stunning They always look true vogue Their cars never break down And always stay on the road They never trip on uneven streets Never fall unless they mean to fall Too relaxed to ever ever be stressed And always have time to take a call Their spouses are very successful Strong and proud yet kind and caring Their kids are the talk of the town And can always be seen sharing They are always optimistic And see always on the bright side They always help their neighbors You can see a halo in the right light They never worry about anything Anything will turn out just fine It is too bad that no it will not They cannot see when they are blind The halo becomes a fork and horns Neighbors bring up complaints Optimism turns so sour They turn to devils from saints Their kids are mean to friends And much more so to each other Their marriage falls to pieces Kids lose a father or a mother Their spouse is filled with hate Discontent, mean, and full of doubt Husband or wife now dislikes The one they said "I cannot live without" Stress creeps in from blurred edges No time no time for anyone They become unbalanced at all times In danger always of a broken bone Their cars are broken down Unsafety follows where they go Clothes no more look impeccable Instead they look more like a hobo Their flights are no longer on time And start to drop out of the sky Despairing tears fall thick and fast Whenever seen, they begin to cry Work now has an inescapable grip On their mind and on their throat Everything they'd ever need has gone The house, the car, the fast boat Fickle fortune now wears a mask Where their eyes once beheld her Sun and moon no longer shine And in night sky, no sign of a star They always ask questions Yet never receive answers Right moves are now death throes Right stuff replaced by cancer Everything is out of place Gravity has been outlawed Their perfection has dissolved All that is left are their flaws The content happy people Faces showing only peace They are no more and are gone All of them are deceased [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 25 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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