The propaganda and the lies,
Funny how the media tries
to make you believe.
Slander and black-mail,
They never seem to fail
when it comes to ruining lives.

The knowledge you possess,
Is the tedious process
of learning through clockwork.
The hands keep ticking,
It's all quite sickening
how we all just forget it all.

We make an honest living,
And the world keeps spinning
'round and 'round like a broken record.
The secrets we all know,
The whispers we all hear,
The surprise that was wasted
on the one who walked in first.
I promise that I won't tell
anyone what no one else knows.

09/21/2008

Author's Note: I have been dying to use that last line in something.

Posted on 09/22/2008
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