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Another veiled commentary on society, specifically youth.

Submitted:Aug 4, 2007    Reads: 107    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Welcome to this whirlpool

We like to call "The Great Divide"

Where life is more than what it seems

And feelings are a dream

Welcome home to this confusion

That is the broken bottle at the door

And the liquor store downtown says

They've been closed for years

But the sky's still blood red at night

And shotguns versus crickets are next week in the lounge

A little girl runs into a closet

An older one runs into a tree

And the Mannerism of my Renissance is here

Touche, mon ami, for our time of death has come

And next week, it's airing on MTV.

"Stop, hey, what's the sound?

Everybody look what's going down" [in flames]

It's a bird, it's a plane

It's morality flying 'cross the sky

Wave goodbye, Jane!

We won't see such things again for quite some time

And the only things that make sense will be the only things to rhyme

And welcome to this time

Where hours are measured in minutes that are measured in days

It's only but a phase

To carry us through this life while happenstance is interefering

Dream and hope :: dope.

Welcome to my century

Look, some guy just died on my TV

I've got a repairman for your broken homes, your broken hearts

Give me a $20 and I'll get you 12.

Say hello to Mr. Bud Light

And goodbye to Dignity-

That's okay, I never liked her anyway.


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