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[title] => The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread
[time] => 2006-03-08 21:29:47
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[bodytext] => Don’t blink an eyelid Or you may miss the end Remiss and spend Your last moments laid-up awake in your bed Don’t split a second Into segments of time Imagination refined A new outlook on the wolves who cry Can’t be forgiven Forgive yourself first Commit to your health Omit negativity from among your space Not to be mistaken With sincere dedication Absolute certainty Mistaken identity was the fault of intuition Abdicate your high pillar Stand down to great things Admit your failure And relearn old tricks Suffocate dirty air in a plastic bag Espouse clean thoughts Dirty minds bear no cost One day at a time when time is lost Won’t be intimidated Pushed around then squashed Made to become agitated, aggravated Compounded with variables of biological mandates Don’t even try with a bother Get high with another Chronic rule offender Haven’t reached the goal yet If a goal was ever set If objects of affection remain elusive Disconnect Promises are for pretenders When reality takes the bait Autonomy is up for debate Chronologically this is how it relates To an hypothesis of historical account negate Propagate to breed contempt To ease privileges Release hostages Appease the goddess Of appointed justice Angels with harps Dog kettle erupts with barks Theocracy on the march A bureaucracy built The prodigy teaches the protégé And he improves his chances One day at a time Don’t be ashamed of who am I? Alarmed at the rate of decline She loves me in the morning But in the evening will she still be mine? Don’t be fooled By motivated thieves of jewels Ridiculed, for spices cooked in food Rice in fields of corn grown Won’t get teary eyed, effeminate disparage Humanity must oblige, to the intermarriage Patriotic sons of war may soon come to realize Propaganda is eased into the soft mind Can’t decide what to do next Which muscle to flex What area of my body hurts worse then my neck Have my legs begun sleep without me Will they wake and find me dead Rippled energy through my head Constant imagery Unlikely scenarios Blowing through the stereo Tiny holes in speak boxes of electronic gadgets Messages from planets, measuring light years in distance Clear frequency of static résistance Reluctance to share secrets Weary of each owns capacity to release its debts Call in their armies Withdraw their troops Align with uniform coupes Design a new method Concocted ideas of revolutionary proportions connected In solitary confinement The torture commences The backlash is reprehensive The people are represented The moral authority to inflict my restraint Relative weakness In terms of scattered defeatist Sacrificial elitists Matrimonial proceedings In courts of judicial wholeness Part brave Part pure boldness Part intoxicating Aromas filtrating through the ventilation scheme Don’t sit ! There is no time to stand Less agility more hostile demands Compromised mobility a stranger seeks aid in enemy lands In enemy hands ________ ________________ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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