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Poems without Explanations.
- Thread starter Discount Bassy
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If fear won't control,
Try treats of righteous anger.
The flaws will be found.
Try treats of righteous anger.
The flaws will be found.
Defeating oneself
Requires no opposition.
Results guaranteed.
Requires no opposition.
Results guaranteed.
I was forced to change because of cost
From left to right I stayed the course
I would never have realized that this would have happen
But from left to right there ain't no slapping anymore.
From left to right I stayed the course
I would never have realized that this would have happen
But from left to right there ain't no slapping anymore.
Rules are not for you,
They are for other drivers.
Shout and shake your fist.
They are for other drivers.
Shout and shake your fist.
Step One: Assemble.
Step Two: Troubleshoot and Rage.
Last: Read directions.
Step Two: Troubleshoot and Rage.
Last: Read directions.
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That which is despised
Abides within, seen without.
Hatred works both ways.
Abides within, seen without.
Hatred works both ways.
Proud and ignorant,
Fools destroy their livelihood,
Blaming those who watch.
Fools destroy their livelihood,
Blaming those who watch.
He brushed his teeth with gasoline.
It seemed to keep his motor clean.
His footstool was an engine block,
Bored a bit too far past stock.
He drank parts cleaner from a drum,
Eating nothing, not a crumb.
Drunk all day and into night,
His own children fit to fight.
Machines would tell him everything.
He thought his ears heard stars that sing.
Soft silver was his chosen drug
And gravy from a coffee mug.
His past pursued him like a hound
Until his ashes touched the ground.
Forgotten men, though well intended,
Fall through life until it's ended.
It seemed to keep his motor clean.
His footstool was an engine block,
Bored a bit too far past stock.
He drank parts cleaner from a drum,
Eating nothing, not a crumb.
Drunk all day and into night,
His own children fit to fight.
Machines would tell him everything.
He thought his ears heard stars that sing.
Soft silver was his chosen drug
And gravy from a coffee mug.
His past pursued him like a hound
Until his ashes touched the ground.
Forgotten men, though well intended,
Fall through life until it's ended.
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Tools run the workshop.
Men without hands shout commands.
No plans for process.
Men without hands shout commands.
No plans for process.
Taking from the weak,
The strong sing their own praises.
No one else has voice.
The strong sing their own praises.
No one else has voice.
