Feb 18, 2005 23:19
indian poets sure do know it
how the world treats him bad
yet he gets promo on TV ads
so thats the sad part his heart is in the wrong place
like gazing eyes starring at the wrong face
the face of evil/or horrible which ever adjective is less adorable
which man chooses boozes and dreams of late night schmoozers
or the dreamer who oozes contempt for the high paid losers
stays in mostly hundreds of blue collar jobs he did not go to college
he said his mind was robbed at the exact moment he was called a savage
he still thinks of past sweeping/beeping/exact change-ing careers
but up in the mountains you can drink one thousand beers
and not feel bad for it
and no fears of bans on it
think what you will but it's the mind that life is made of
dreamnt of, payed in full of
woke up to and smoked to
and the trees that men jump from as they become increasingly faded
the natives of my property become increasingly hated
and at the end of the night...
you will/will not...
hear the women mocking george bushes poor sportsmanship
see the rich feel poor/see the poor feel poor anymore when the north korean nukes hit
fear hitchhiking nobodies who play it safe by not saying shit
recommend to anyone the lifestyle of the right-wing dope head's capitalistic sniff