adam sheetz

Rookie (12-25-1988)

Convenience

A thousand men lie dead in the streets,
While their whores and their brides weep at their feet.
They've brought a new death to the masses with no chance for retreat,
Turning men into asses under rule from defeat.

We give in too willing, we creatures of crave,
Our addiction has bred a new species of knave.
Shackled and bonded, a majority enslaved,
We've forced ourselves into this crowded shallow grave.

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