When the fevor dies down the elders in power know they've done it right see the young men playing with Wild Cards no longer discuss the statistics of their favorite sports team or the best brew drafted in the crystal clear mountains of Coloradao they overturn the judges who lay claim to their rights of passages into manhood they penetrate the saftey nets, never looking for that secure footing before they jump these elders in power know the vulnerability of thier positions: their diginity, and honor always in jeapordy Do you men have the courage to stop the insanity Look into the eyes of those wavering politicans in power by the people in power as mouthpieces The fevor rises when the notice evictions are served To umcomfort yourself is a burden, yes The elders wish this never to be the case So we say Placate me, fuck me, touch me I'm in the McD's on each street corner Fuck Walmarts gottem now Gameday Sunday, where REAL men where pads Headwigs, mouthpieces Layers, layers, upon layers The primitve instinct is exasberated by bad food Things it never meant to have things it wasn't desgined for See, The Elders are known to have caused the young To fight in revolutions To Kill Off The Young, so they would avoid becoming relics And fall down the treacherous gap, the young so easily can leap Pokemon is stupid Video games is masturbation with other men bad food, is convience I can say no
Reason for writing:
sorry 'bout the spelling
Birth sign: Aquarius
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