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Posted: 10/1/2008 2:12:38 PM | We are incredibly sensitive beings except when we're bored
Which then sometimes causes others to act a lord
Particularily when it is children of which I speak
Do this for me or that with a demanding tone they creak
Seems boredom fills the heads and that is why the materialistic fountain doth leak
Toys and games and product of the sort
Darn kids...Lets teach them to play hide and seek amongst the trees
Catch bublebees in a jar, build forts of leaf and twig, minature stickmen a home to be
Yes..that seems the answer and it allows the adults to scamper upon their knees
Peer into my fort if you please | |
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Posted: 10/1/2008 3:17:52 PM | Yes..that seems the answer
and it allows the adults
to scamper upon their knees
and even join in climbing trees
And yet is it really the children
who are to blame for their 'lazy' games?
Or could it be the parents who stopped playing outside
and taking their children for piggy back rides.... :) | |
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Posted: 10/1/2008 5:02:43 PM | And taking there kids for piggy back rides
Such fun is this to do until they get big
But when they grow large
I recomend a real pig
It has its drawbacks this use of swine
They're messy noisy smelly, and big
But when it comes to this game
You just can't beat a real pig | |
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Posted: 10/1/2008 9:41:51 PM | You just can't beat a real pig without hearing it squeel
lest you are deaf and have no curb appeal
the undertones and belly of all this here craft
drive like a newbie without any cash
fantasizing the limit is like a fog on a hill
drifting around with some enchanted will
ebbs and flows in and out of the void
while emotions are felt just like an android | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 11:34:54 AM | while emotions are felt just like an android
with all the compassion of an inflamed hemmoroid
with the inner peace of a coked out paranoid
and a set of life goals that make me hurl
grope through the fog with a surgeon's precision
concerned only about the next right decision
I may stub my toe for delight or derision
dancing with dervishes dont mean I must whirl | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 12:10:01 PM | dancing with dervishes dont mean I must whirl
as the music swirls all around these want'a be Mervishes
the bad boy once sold a fridge to an eskimo
so this lead to becoming the only Mayor of North York
then a short stint in Toronto before it was time to go
called a bit of a dork left him reeling and squealing
then the peeling of time let us forget without regret
some people win almost every bet | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 11:05:34 AM | some people win almost every bet
others wake with dread and fret
which i am i do forget
i choose to lean left or torward
was I a slave or was I free?
was I ground cover or was I a tree
was I a dung beatle or a bumble bee
I hope we evolve only forward | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 2:24:44 PM | I hope we evolve only forward in smarts
we back whole wheat bread and apple tarts
we smile at the down and out as we pass
gas flows freely and we find some free grass
I hope we evolve only forward in time
so the past can't come back to scatter the mind
so we don't get smaller with every breath we take
caution to the wind for the constant mistakes | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 7:52:20 PM | each have failed the test.
each have failed to nest
each have indeed tried their best
but you know that i still love you
we all did run our best race
though we're fat and a disgrace
i will take it at a slow pace
we are one of a few | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 8:21:58 PM | the sound of our future song...
i am right when Im wrong
i feel lost when i belong
i was meant to be with you
yesterday is past
lean left, there is the mast
we can hang around and get cast
for parts that are too few'
i lost all that i thought i owned, but i want u friend, tonight
i will scream and run and pretend to run away in fright
i will not chase the darkness, i will follow what is light'
we are lost, but always knew | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 11:34:56 PM | Scooby Dooby-Doo where are you?
as time rides the waves of light
lost from sight makes me so blue
then off to the table for a bite
its true to form in substrata of Toon Town
two dimensional characters can slip through the cracks
green may be brown to a colour-blind clown
still the washing is hung out the back | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 11:56:52 PM | still the washing is hung out the back
airing our faults and all that we lack
hoping no one will go there
but visible to all who care
they come and can't help but stare
as we fall through the air
unlike a circus act on the tightrope
our balance is weak and it's not a joke | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:44:29 AM | our balance is weak and it's not a joke
like trying to streak after some tokes
or standing to speak from behind some bloke
while staying meek instead of going for broke
so what do you seak while in a mope
is it too deep or impossible to cope
are the cars on that street driven by dopes
just move your feet with a little more hope | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 12:22:05 PM | just move your feet with a little more hope
that's such a good reminder
'cuz it feels like we're flapping flounder
caught on the hook when we failed to look
what we thought was a delicacy
actually was hiding our own lunacy
of giving our lives like a religious sacrifice
all in the name of a certain shrub who's insane | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 12:10:58 AM | all in the name of a certain shrub who's insane
for loving to just sit out in the rain
to listen to the musical drop
and drip dribble plop
taking nourishment from the gloom
until the sun it does resume
to shine ever so bright
then fading into the night | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 5:24:37 AM | ensuring our survival
I really think is gonna take
more than a bible revival
it means admitting defeat and giving up our seat
when it comes to wanting to lead the world in power
it means accepting humanity's unity
and putting away our superiority so we can
honor everyone at this final hour | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 1:14:40 PM | honor everyone at this final hour
salutations. F-ck you. Lets Fight the Power
they may pass out hand outs to feed the meek
but lets stare them down straight up, we are the freak.
We wont sell out, for there's nothing we want
and i wont type nuthing less than 12 point font
the future stares at us, it may be bleak
the world is lazy, we can take what we seek | |
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