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stuff about other stuff that means stuff
Contributed by
scooterhyme
on
Monday, 22nd March 2010 @ 09:19:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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An island of obligations and agreements
punch the clock intangible achievements
another year in the flock
Every truth has its seam
only tile floors, so clean
with absurdity i am keeping
no more good reasons
no more weeping
discriminating tastes
yoked up for a new rat race
simple rhyme
the human condition so cliche
all built on paper mache
anything to keep in time
All you fascists are bound to lose
how can you make a claim on the blues
but there is no new
only me, maybe you
The key dosent lie in some unsung note
and its not behind the current science moat
it may run somewhere parallel to what you do
but enlightenment can run wild in a zoo
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scooterhyme
... [
2010-03-22 21:19:22] (Date/Time posted on
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