Where farts rose quickly on the internet
people went clicking
People more drickling
People were rickly
...
Where the poet died
while writing what,
His hand gone by
for what he thought
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If God appears to be corrupt
and offers to make things new again-
Do you go with him-
or apart of something else!
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I've dismissed some greater songs
and demured more gorgeous women
Told my heart's out for the others
and blessed less for what they've driven
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Shallow eyes to want me
Shallow eyes for lust
Shallow eyes to bring me closer
Shallow eyes of trust
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My work for oil and play for water
are time well spent in lost for slaughter
When two can't play for rite and haughter
and both their dreams are loved not solder'd
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I only want a living wage
to make a life more kind
And make my way through life as best
as all of us can find
...
Where fatso's by the fireplace
His wicked fingers teasing
A velvet suit shows ashes on
for yuling peoples pleasing
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Where fatso's by the fireplace
His wicked fingers teasing
A velvet suit shows ashes on
for yuling peoples pleasing
...
Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead
...
I had to write a helpless poem
that others couldn't stand
I had to write about their fear
that kept them running grand
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I'm saving for the least important things
and haven't got a clue
While living for the things more shallow
and hoping to find new
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If the outside ever met the inside
I'd have to bless my luck
And wonder where the others saw
the back of what I gawk
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Funny for the food that falls
Funny for the laughter
Funny for the mood that calls
waffling ever after
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Drinkling
Where farts rose quickly on the internet
people went clicking
People more drickling
People were rickly
thinking theirs bickling
Where others could see them
Posted bill blinking
Past live more wrinkling
Honor less drinkling