2003-04-09 - 12:31 a.m.
negative virtues in her tonic
drink it up (it's so moronic)
surface value is ironic
in the cockpit -- supersonic
how could one with so much depth
play the part so well she wept?
the selfish aspect spread the breadth
across her mighty untamed breast
attractive is the great frontier
that made me want to volunteer
her strength was found in secret fear
embrace the strange, reject the near
turbulence upsets her flight
but there's no destiny in sight
somewhere past arrival night
once the baggage claim is right
she'll bed down in sweet dispair
conscious of the troubles there
filling her with unnamed care
intercession everywhere
in the outskirts of the town
where her threepoint touches down
someone's writhing on the ground
someone's locked inside a pound
personal sufferings abound
but all she knows is her own sound
eerie noises all around
in this lonely life she's found
she traded all for what she's got
she kept it real as she was taught
she knew with peril her path was fraught
she can't be something that she's not
true to self -- no sell out, she
won't give in to the third degree
tells you when she can't agree
gives herself away for free
screams at marks she can't erase
cannot look at her own face
covetousness holds a place
deep inside that inner space
suspicious of the innocent
those in power or descent
terrorizing as they went
sold out to their government
brutalized poor citizens
lived off others' dividends
all for love of evil gain
all this suffering all this pain
someone's got to stop the strain
free the people from their reign
whatever it takes to shut them out
rout them out, shout them out,
but never sit around and pout
whatever it is you're down about
don't waste time in this dead heap
take a giant, flying leap
that which you sow, you will reap
now spit that out and go to sleep
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