Yet another poem.
So here's another poem.
And, Lauren? Does Paola have an LJ?
Cools.
In 14 flavors.
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You're a martyr of some other mans war.
There's a gun in your hand, but what the hell for?
A bunch of wind-up soldiers.
Well I'm wound up too.
Just follow the leader.
He knows what's best for you.
The thoughtpolice are on your heels.
Shut up and take the cards they deal.
They can never get enough.
Never get enough.
They're on a quest for gold.
And cash and gold.
And oil and gold.
And gold.
Politicians know exactly what it's like to be poor.
The lower class and underpaid just need too pay more.
We've got warehouses full of deathmachines.
They're there to be used by our men in green.
We feel threatened by all the terrorist men.
But, damn, if they come we'll be ready for them.
You're so meticulous.
Fucking rediculous.
But who are you to fuss?
Just think of us.
In gold we trust.
Dispose of luxuries.
In greed up to your knees.
Now give up all that green
to those who need.
My charity.
Those without mansions
survive on rations
of everything
not fit for kings.
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That felt good.
And, Lauren? Does Paola have an LJ?
Cools.
In 14 flavors.
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You're a martyr of some other mans war.
There's a gun in your hand, but what the hell for?
A bunch of wind-up soldiers.
Well I'm wound up too.
Just follow the leader.
He knows what's best for you.
The thoughtpolice are on your heels.
Shut up and take the cards they deal.
They can never get enough.
Never get enough.
They're on a quest for gold.
And cash and gold.
And oil and gold.
And gold.
Politicians know exactly what it's like to be poor.
The lower class and underpaid just need too pay more.
We've got warehouses full of deathmachines.
They're there to be used by our men in green.
We feel threatened by all the terrorist men.
But, damn, if they come we'll be ready for them.
You're so meticulous.
Fucking rediculous.
But who are you to fuss?
Just think of us.
In gold we trust.
Dispose of luxuries.
In greed up to your knees.
Now give up all that green
to those who need.
My charity.
Those without mansions
survive on rations
of everything
not fit for kings.
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That felt good.