2003-08-15 - 6:14 a.m.
Feel the decay of corrosion's control
Look at the freeway, the erosion of soul
broad is the way and wide is the gate
long for the day when our pride won't hate
trouble in society everywhere you turn
parental impropriety -- how can they not burn?
no supervision, the archetypal duress
abandonment, neglect -- it's such an evil mess!
Do you feel the agitation rise one more degree?
Do you feel the escalation of intolerancy?
Mark the time, prognosticator, do you read the signs?
do you read between the read between I red between your lines?
divine this future if you will, a life in bondage to
sublime misfortune, all up hill, another rendezvous
with greater measures of the same and less resistance to it
and fading pleasures seem so lame, the mess of evil doins'
what spark of life sits idly by while beggars ride the horses
of kings who walk along the side and stumble in their courses?
I must confess there is tempest when I survey the plight
this nasty crap I must detest. Quite right, Miss Quiet At Night
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