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by Christopher J Davidson

You say that they're against you
That they have their minds set against you
That they have their sights set upon you
That they're doing all they can to daunt you
And taunt you and tear you down
But you and I and god and the masses know
That their asses are so filled up with their own heads
That they can't think for themselves
Can't speak for themselves
Can't take a paper and pen
And write it down for themselves.
They're too.... Well, you know
And I don't need to spell it out
So don't let them get you down
With their misplaced anger and pain
And rage at nothing more than their own
Sorry selves
Just realize the real lies that drop from their mouths
Like a thousand unnecessary gnats
Buzzing and bothering before
Down to the earth
Down to the earth
Down in the dirt
And inconsequential in the grand scheme of things
Unsubstantial in the run of things
Nothing but
the run of things
Running things and always
Yes always
Someone else's bitch
So Don't slip and get caught stumbling
Don't trip and get caught falling
Just hold your grip
And flip the switch
And unload a clip of something sweeter
Than the death they deliver
Daily and free of charge on your front porch.


Posted on 06/19/2012
Copyright © 2023 Christopher J Davidson

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