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Racks of T-shirts with revolution coming.
Printed in high font.
Selling history for ad hoc.
Brought to you by hot topic.

In lines across the continents, low fat soy lattes fill the drawn out cafes.
Starbrand blues artist of the month, singing the hard life of being a picker on wall street.
Tip jar overflowing with an opinion option.
Today's hit is red or blue.
Left or Right.
Which rich politician represents you.

This beat is ominous.
Police control in their best Sunday riot gear marching to this corporate song.
Taste of bubblegum so strong.
Leaders of the free world making it anything but free.
Back speak and double talk, the dance of the unjust.
Deciding what we do in between the sheets.
Believing they hold those rights.
If only it had taste, we would remember what we give up.

We sit in a haze offering bought delights.
Hungry for sins that way heavy in life.
Seeking power in the heavens.
Teachers showing us sold definitions.
Whispers laid in the bedroom.
Will it all come down soon.
Our thoughts are filled with another desire.
Lost in skyscrapers getting higher.
Is this our paycheck?
All we worked for.
A debt to fill some more.
Taste of bubblegum so strong.
Leaders of the free world making it anything but free.
Back speak and double talk, the dance of the unjust.
Deciding what we do in between the sheets.
Believing they hold those rights.
If only it had taste, we would remember what we give up.



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A Debt To Fill Some More
Date: Friday, 3rd October 2014 @ 04:35:41 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: lostrelic
It is a sound in the making.
Racks of T-shirts with revolution coming.
Printed in high font.
Selling history for ad hoc.
Brought to you by hot topic.

In lines across the continents, low fat soy lattes fill the drawn out cafes.
Starbrand blues artist of the month, singing the hard life of being a picker on wall street.
Tip jar overflowing with an opinion option.
Today's hit is red or blue.
Left or Right.
Which rich politician represents you.

This beat is ominous.
Police control in their best Sunday riot gear marching to this corporate song.
Taste of bubblegum so strong.
Leaders of the free world making it anything but free.
Back speak and double talk, the dance of the unjust.
Deciding what we do in between the sheets.
Believing they hold those rights.
If only it had taste, we would remember what we give up.

We sit in a haze offering bought delights.
Hungry for sins that way heavy in life.
Seeking power in the heavens.
Teachers showing us sold definitions.
Whispers laid in the bedroom.
Will it all come down soon.
Our thoughts are filled with another desire.
Lost in skyscrapers getting higher.
Is this our paycheck?
All we worked for.
A debt to fill some more.
Taste of bubblegum so strong.
Leaders of the free world making it anything but free.
Back speak and double talk, the dance of the unjust.
Deciding what we do in between the sheets.
Believing they hold those rights.
If only it had taste, we would remember what we give up.





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