Kris

The break you down town of masks in iron clad castes of people that sheeple want to last place the others mothers and fathers that have always built entire colloquial empires of masters and sires, not to mention the slaves of the republic/an only lonely soul less community immunity from lunacy that may only be the the only way to say there is no fray between the ego and the super imposed reposed bodies and souls for the beginning and end of the once and for all rise and fall winter and spring to the beat that calls there and here is the feat of the one whose so neat in constructing the rythm and ryhme me no reasons of how the hot seasons change the blood boiling rage in this cajun country that clambors to swallow me whole earth is the same its not money or fame that keeps the rat race a spinnin or noddin or grinnin in the eyes of the beholder closer to the ground than ever before time and crime and law and justice and the most corrupt systems of hush hush and all be well theres no more social security maximum obscurity burning of books and dirty looks towards those who strip down to their knees and beg and say please, I'm just another schmuck caught for dumb luck is a lie its a scam type of sly way to say theres a reason for the stinks in your mind if I shit in your hat like the rats that you think don't exist? in the sewers of the city that lives above always below the poverty line after line from white haired white skinned man who states positions in opposition to places he'll never be in the moment think in the present as the motto for today and fuck tomorrow away. yup.

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word. more of it.

Monday, August 27, 2007 5:53:12 PM

Spongy sneakers sink below the weight of the sweat of the sock it to you with a steel toed boot not shoe in for office dressed in cross eyed blind eyed public affairs in the tangled hair of taxpayers in trouble for not paying double the price they are owed from the mowed down watered down status quo's likeliness of success/or to the thrown of priveledge and frivolus meaningless prose from the mouth of a toad prince who slipped through the fence of the underly guarded rose garden of wilted flowers covering towers of hardened putty dried on the face of the girl who lost the pearl and had nothing to cover her ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies mentality apart from reality is theres a power play struggle being smuggled under radar guns pointed at you and at me the heaving promises of thieves believed by the masses that keep filling their glasses with anything to numb the dumbfoundedness and shock.

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Another One

Monday, August 27, 2007 5:50:02 PM

Innocent ideas fell on deaf ears dispite the tears shouts and pleas biting like fleas in a soul less existence that met such resistance to love and acceptance in times of injustice and tyranny in the land in a pile of ants where another one bites the dust me off and pick me up only to drop me again at the crux of confused lust for love of the others lives seemin so nice and twice the trust is broken shame on all of us we disreguard the thing we are here for another chance not just one glance and turn away like theres nothing to see feel or touch on a sore spot that never quite healed from its last jab

start me a tab cause I can't see when this wounds gonna close.

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