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[sid] => 11367
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Smug
[time] => 2003-01-26 23:20:00
[hometext] => A poem about the self-righteousness, greed and capitalism that I can't seem to escape, and the deaf ears who refuse to listen.
[bodytext] => Take a look at yourself
On your throne, on the hill. How are you like the God That the Roman boys killed? What’s your story, High and Mighty? Humble thyself. Come and fight me. Kick my head, Make me scream Or rescind the Rights you claim. What’s your story, High and Mighty? Men of honor Sometimes bleed. Take a look at yourself, Prick your hands, and they bleed. Mine are as calloused as The heart that you keep. Key. Where’s your power, High and Mighty? Keep on barking, And I’ll come. What’s the story, High and Mighty? The coup of grace Is yet to come. Where’s your glory, High and Mighty? Step on up And get you some. There will come a day When the kings will go away And corrupt children will die And their parents suffer twice And the empire collapse Like a mongrel on the crack And the just will reign supreme. Back to water! Back to trees! And the sun will rule the land And my mom will hold my hand And it will all just be okay. Listen NOW to what I say!!! I’m getting desperate here. Stupididdle nummy ears! Anheim glowin’ goin’ zane! Anheim fugduckkin’ a bane! Anmye Cother’s owe mushain. Omye Cother’s owe mush pane. Anthem keen’s gauze soma’s bane. Issageenzu gaza pain… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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