2005-03-28 - City Gramma
what's up my ninja?
down home bama
purger, binger,
self programmer
it's a cryin' shame, you wammer jammer,
who's to blame if we "ain't nuthin' but mammals"?
singin' "do it like they do on the discovery channel"
the cause of impropriety?
convenience-ruled society:
children are considered in proportion
to artificial insemen-abortion
no wonder we're all given to extortion
and half of all marriages end divorcin'
vows they swore by to uphold
(till infatuation's old)
and the womb is going cold
of which the half has not been told
there are rotten things amuck and going south
fellow earthlings with no means for hand-to-mouth
psychos searching for a little life to snuff
little girls who've just begun to strut their stuff
feminine wiles, at that,
toying with boytoys like cats
unconscious how their actions are perceived
there are predators whose minds you won't believe
there is evil lurking in the garden leaves
a serpent who constricts the minds of these
whose bodies are the vehicles of those
who seek to find expression to oppose
what freedoms we live in, foo'
so watch what you give into
the love we share, at least, must come to this:
that spirit air imparts to reminisce
of one thing and another
as providence uncovers
validity in this I pray right now
the seeds I plant and water:
grow somehow
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