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Born Under Oswald
Contributed by
one_in_six
on
Sunday, 7th March 2010 @ 10:19:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Born Under Oswald
I was 7 months old,
in my walker with no plexiglas top,
When a future was shot
I certainly don’t remember,
my parents quietly eating,
envying my empty gurgling
They had bought the dream,
The prince and princess,
and at least had that
But we were all shot,
a generation slumped,
now a generation of shooters
mindless to load,
quick to aim,
at anyone who looks happy.
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2010-03-07 10:19:47] (Date/Time posted on
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