We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Wise men..
here they come
With great wisdom
Return from boredom
Reaches beyond mere opinion
Freedom?
With great wisdom
Return from boredom
Reaches beyond mere opinion
Freedom?
So I am likely going to do some kind of Journalism about Obama's last year and a half in office.
i find that compelling and interesting!
Had a blast!!!
People don't drink for the death of it
Or throw bricks at loved ones
And you see it happen
It happens down in savage land
In a sewer full of rats
I'm not there at all
Someday I will find it
Not sure what
A diamond mine unheard of
I will do my thing
She looks around fast
Her eyes bulging
Would you like a grape soda
She says with mistrust
A brick in her hand
Not really a velvet glove
Rock and roll.
Or throw bricks at loved ones
And you see it happen
It happens down in savage land
In a sewer full of rats
I'm not there at all
Someday I will find it
Not sure what
A diamond mine unheard of
I will do my thing
She looks around fast
Her eyes bulging
Would you like a grape soda
She says with mistrust
A brick in her hand
Not really a velvet glove
Rock and roll.
On the welcome wagon I bumped into a chicken
it gave me some radioactive eggs
Something for the road
It said
So the chicken was handsome
From eating uranium
My very favorite chicken
In this very odd kingdom
Where I ran into a frog
Eating a bowl full of flies
Lazy they were
So they burped in the sun
Where the strange grandmother lived!
The end.
Something for the road
It said
So the chicken was handsome
From eating uranium
My very favorite chicken
In this very odd kingdom
Where I ran into a frog
Eating a bowl full of flies
Lazy they were
So they burped in the sun
Where the strange grandmother lived!
The end.
A faulty memory,,
not perfect or for a fool
Memories can chill
Hard places with no escape
Biting with bitter pain
You never know
You never know
As memories like mold
Change their form
And seem so dangerous
With tremendous power
Scare from hour to hour
The illussions of intelligence
It is just an illusion
Such imagination!
Memories can chill
Hard places with no escape
Biting with bitter pain
You never know
You never know
As memories like mold
Change their form
And seem so dangerous
With tremendous power
Scare from hour to hour
The illussions of intelligence
It is just an illusion
Such imagination!
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