Tickle-me-free

by The New Dylan(i wish) - Not entered

Rainbow thoughts, extreme
Punished, guillotine
Protect yourself, close your mind
Be oppressed 'til the end of time
Or
Rebel, go to hell
Come back as Ma Bell
Call up the police
And tell them that you've been released
Spirit flying
F.B.I spying
Population increasing
Atmosphere decreasing
Crazy mixed up world

Classroom teacher
Church, Christ, preacher
With false thoughts persuade
Get rich and get a maid
Or
Be free, hug a tree
Follow Ghandi
Fast for a thousand days
Make bad people change their ways
Rich men smiling
Poor kid dying
Crime and drugs increasing
Sanity decreasing
Crazy mixed up world

Reason for writing:

    i don't know..all i hate is that when my friends read this,
they all thought i was dropping acid...    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-01-27 01:20:29
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:57
Poem ID: 48650

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