It Sets you free is what they all claim
and if you fail, you're the only to blame.
You think that it's all so plainly simple
like getting everyday by on a wink and a dimple.
Don't just smile and be so dramatically brash
or you might end it all with one futile crash.
See? maybe life isn't the way it's supposed to be
and maybe you can be too blind to be able to see.
Maybe you won't be able to tell where you are
and you'll be alone in somebody's else's car.
Sleeping alone out in the night, in the cold.
Hoping you don't have to grow up and die old.
Waiting painfully for that one special day
when you can finally put all the past away.

A place where you can call your very home.
A place where you don't have to sleep alone.
A choice at freedom or maybe a lost chance.
Maybe it was as bad as custards last stance,
Maybe we really don't have that ever present soul
not by some good or evil force acting in control.
Maybe we are just carbon bags of mostly water
and maybe to aliens, just a fly to swatter
So maybe we're not all what we claim to be
but that's just we've all been blinded to see.

Propaganda to fill in the time.
Talking about the streets and about the crime.
All news is bad news in the new world.
Who cares what happened to that little girl
it's all about the people but what about me?
Are you all still too blind to see?
I'm the one alone out in the cold car
while you're out there getting drunk at some bar.
Maybe life is really just a fucked up disease
to let life pass on by like a cool summer breeze.
Some say it's a sexually transmitted terminal disease.
One that starts you and finishes you on your knee's.
Maybe it's just a way to rise you and then humble you.
To see how far you've come and how much you grew.
Maybe you'll make it through this ever present deathtrap.
All the while having to keep dealing with mans crap.
Another man's pain is another man's heaven.
So go on down and get your fill at the 7-11.
Maybe it's just a kick, maybe just a hunch
but fuck it, why don't we just do lunch?
Lunch on the homeless, lunch on the poor.
Hell, screw it we'll let them eat it from the floor
You don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself
and maybe that's why you put people up on a shelf.
Maybe life isn't so peachy keen
and maybe some things don't really mean.
Maybe it's just another way to teach you whole.
Maybe it's another way to lose your soul.
We're all born innocent until proven guilty
but how evil you are they will blind you to see.
They will lie about themselves and lie about you
and lie about how far you've fallen and never grew.
They might say things like your disturbed or habitual
but they just deal with their daily ritual.
They know they won't get back in
unless they punish the druggies for their sin.
Maybe that's how we all lost our soul
when we let the close minded man have control.
Hell they'll lie about you and me
and claim we're all too blind to see.
Shit, we voted in a sexual pervert
from gays to military revert.
Hell, who gives a fuck who shuffles the shit
since it seems it's about as worse off as it can get.
Maybe the shit really is supposed to go down
and someone will get to wear a thorny crown.
Maybe life isn't all just apple pie
and it isn't all about the 4th of July.
Maybe it's about all the lives wasted
and all the souls abated,
What about all the parents without their kids
just because they got caught with some acids.
What's wrong with the world today?
my great grandma would faintly say.
She would ramble on about weed in the past
and how prohibition came and didn't last.
How life back then was so carefree.
Where people were where you could see.
Where a smile and a handshake was a hello
and it wasn't odd to go and get mellow.
Now is a long time from back then.
Now the people converted it all into a sin
A sin against you, for anything you want to do.
Be it in food or maybe wanting to act lewd.
I thought it was all about the land of the free.
Now about how we all could blind the ones who see.
Why do I not believe in everything that you'll convey.
since all you do is lie when you have a point to say
You'll do anything to prove your an ass
over anyone harmlessly smoking some grass.
Admit at least that god doesn't make mistakes
and maybe then try and up the stakes
and think about all the poor people
and maybe think about 'Gods steeple'.
For if we all have a soul
and if in hell we're under control.

Locked away in a cage
with other inmates of rage.
Maybe then the world would seem grim.
Thinking about how you killed him.
Locking away someone for smoking weeds
since after all that's not really what he needs.
You just make money of the poor man anyhow
like piglets sucking milk from the sow.
You have to have you're hands in my pocket
and you have to tax the power out of my socket.
So who the fuck am I to think that I'm really free
since after looking around, I think I can see
How you shuffle this shit pile called life
into peoples mind about the husband and wife.
About how people should listen to the law
and how they all should run from the eagles claw.
How we shouldn't chase after all our dreams.
How we ignore the flaming children's screams.
How can we pass along to all the world
when parents beat their boys and girls?
How can life be all peachy keen and smiles
when there are skeletons for thousands of miles?
How can we all just act smile and smug
and try to brush off that land mine with a hug?
How can we all pass off to the better of man
that this isn't all just some fucked up plan?
A plan to drive life back into the stone age
and after the year 2000, time to turn the page.

If you can see the moral in this one let me know. I'm still in shock I wrote it.

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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