Almost everyday... I "wake up" with things to say! Never truly my intention Just some post-slumber convention! A choice or pick of random thoughts That somewhere in my sleep I fought To try and make some sense of... What many seek repentance of.... And dreams of killing little gnats When I can't kill a flee on a rat! Too "guilty" would I feel of that All "life" deserves a chance at bat! Then onto BIGGER, better things! Like all the JOY we "humans" bring!... Neurotic and "psychotic" things... How LOUD our voices sing! To the beats of our own drums Which lately seem to make us numb To all that we see so "intelligently" While burning yet another tree... While destroying our own habitat And others..we are great at that! And everyday ourselves we please While burning down the trees... Stinking up the whole wide world With our own smelly feces!Birth sign: Pisces
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