In the time of now we all think to be ourselves then like all the ones before for sure a thought awakens new dreams of hope nope or not like a rope dangling off the limb of an old oak fate finds fear in the heart like rot or a fungus can start if weakness prevails.odd situation
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A little message in the night
feeling something isn't right
I stop to think and take a drink
all this time sort'a stinks
and something here in the night feels trite
but what can I do about it?
We're supposed to push the limits
to spell out right and wrong
we're supposed to be the conscience
showing when to sing along
[with forgiveness in our songs].
Last year was one to forget
the trouble hasn't ended yet
money and jobs and corporate snobs
comedians and slobs and celebrity Bobs
can bite my knob and choke on it
for all they've done to help.
The unemployed welt on the neck of society looks alittle gangreenous.
So like'ya'know somthing so called official should be done;
So who cares if I break the rhyme
its my dime and time
whining to the tune of February to June,
then again in September to December
when we all should remember our family and friends
and the poor souls without means to an end.
If it ain't broke, it soon will be.
If it ain't a joke, its pretty silly.
If it ain't hope, its a dream.
If it ain't a plan, its a scheme.
If it ain't dope, its medicine.
If it ain't a beginning, its an end.
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