Corruption
The
more corruption
The
less thought
This
is how
The
truth is bought
Well
past death
I’ve
reached the summit
This
might be your last breath
You
might take a plummet
It
is the school
Of
disembodied verse
I
am no fool
I
could be worse
Is
there such thing
As
a free thinker
I’d
give a ring
To
my sinker
The
day is gone by
And
still I dream
I’ve
got fish to fry
Up
the stream. Some say I’m big
Some
say very little
The
same old gig
Just
stuck in the middle
Mind
control
You’ll
make a muscle
Now
I’m full
So
I have to hustle
Words
aren’t cheap
So
I make it fair
You
sow and reap
So
be prepared
Harness
drums
Watch
out for propaganda
Pulled
apart at the seams
I’ll
write another stanza
Scope
is all
There
is to it
So
watch the war
You’ll
make of it.
-- JD Kruger, GLP4
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