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[sid] => 121915
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Amelia’s Demonstrate (Unpolished)
[time] => 2006-06-17 23:52:51
[hometext] => This is kind of a take on a generation and outcast's of all time but the A.D. is something only a few might be able to get. Give me your take on it : )
[bodytext] => Cranky old men turn the radios down When they drive by the churches of youth Where we fiddle our self-abuse and lack of confidence And those elderly mumble truth We treat ourselves to a rock and roll chorus While the folk lords cover their ears And we jump up and down head bashing While Mozart sits in tears For who is here, and what was how Can’t barley communicate As the march of what is now, makes Amelia’s Demonstrate Capote offers us some wine While bible woman jeer at him And say, “I don’t know much bout your personal life But promoting that my friend’s a sin” Just then Socrates comes in new sandals And theorizes the maids out of town After he pins the tail on his donkey And fakes poker games with a clown The children gather round him Like the Jesus of past late As he tells them madly of his hypocrisy for Amelia’s Demonstrate Men come in wearing formal jackets That they purchased as soon as they were out They’ve come to teach Mr. Gandhi What it’s all about But our priest conducting mass Andy Kaufman in a wrestling suit Begs them all to leave like a foreign man Then gives them all the boot Cause conformity in all its form Wasted away while Andy ate And when he stopped for desert, he forgot Amelia’s Demonstrate Mrs. Hutchinson, the mid wife She collects pennies in a can Explaining her self fulfillment And how she plans to start a band With a green suit wearing nature freak On the drums by the vocalist Claudius of Rome Until of course he kindly notes to her That he’d rather work alone And so Anne she whines her violin Leaving it all up to fate And writes the lyrics to Amelia’s Demonstrate The church of youth it’s mass concludes All individuals within Collapse while tripping oxy cotton And rise back up again And splashing energy soda From the holy water cup Walk out about to flag down Belittle and corrupt For all that is in suffering And why Y is what is hate Makes it’s message clear as war through Amelia’s Demonstrate [comments] => 2 [counter] => 247 [topic] => 43 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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