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Sunday, 7 June 2015

Sweet sounds of birds

Was then, that I realised,
My mind, starts to work.
And says, "Man, you shouldn't
Join those, plastic jerks.
It's all very lovely,
All stupid and dead.
You need to stop thinking,
Get straight in your head."

You say that you need me, 
Ignore me, and laugh,
You then try to kill me,
And make me your staff.
So suck on my nutsack,
And gag on my shaft,
If you think I'm up for,
Just whoring, like that.

Another thing's coming:
Its me, in your face!
If YOU think that YOU can,
Put ME in my place.
So show me your best shot
As others have tried
Just serves to show justice
Exposes your lies.

Then it seems that all this,
Put the universe straight.
And I've wasted more time
On you reprobates.

The thoughts start to flow, then,
With pictures & words,
Then, right there, it starts to occur.
All that I needed,
A nice patch of green,
All that I've been,
& the sweet sounds of birds.

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