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Array ( [sid] => 112914 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => a bloated view [time] => 2006-01-10 15:16:04 [hometext] => [bodytext] => i hear your anger drums beating your slow rotting decay
you say you have a plan but your demeanor in a outlandish display
march your plans of war bring it to the home front
in this world we live we see things so blunt
death in dark suits paving the way to a clean state
drowning the poor with a white empty plate
children they play in a needle ridden field
hidding from gangs and the weapons they yeild
this is our world a junk yard for the masses
field with poisions and toxic gasses
a world in disarray that we party away
who cares we can die any day
forget all the world there hunger doesnt involve your day
you have your own problems you have your sports car to pay
politics and bubble gum after awhile they end up with no taste
they do there own thing and spit in our face
washed up and bloated chocked on facist views
they want you to be free remember you are thae one who can choose

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 6 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

a bloated view

Contributed by lostrelic on Tuesday, 10th January 2006 @ 03:16:04 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

i hear your anger drums beating your slow rotting decay
you say you have a plan but your demeanor in a outlandish display
march your plans of war bring it to the home front
in this world we live we see things so blunt
death in dark suits paving the way to a clean state
drowning the poor with a white empty plate
children they play in a needle ridden field
hidding from gangs and the weapons they yeild
this is our world a junk yard for the masses
field with poisions and toxic gasses
a world in disarray that we party away
who cares we can die any day
forget all the world there hunger doesnt involve your day
you have your own problems you have your sports car to pay
politics and bubble gum after awhile they end up with no taste
they do there own thing and spit in our face
washed up and bloated chocked on facist views
they want you to be free remember you are thae one who can choose

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2006-01-10 15:16:04]
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Re: a bloated view (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 10th January 2006 @ 04:41:16 PM AEST
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very true. i agree with your poem especially the last bit. great write!

Re: a bloated view (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Tuesday, 10th January 2006 @ 04:43:34 PM AEST
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Drink and rejoice for tomorrow we shall die!
Is so true of society today. What hope do they have, Religion has done them in......where do they go now.
Perfect description of this system of things!
Well written, and I stand with you in agreement.
Keep up the good work
Warm love
consue
P.S, I hate zeros!

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