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TITLE: What I have come to believe
AUTHOR: Bio
CATEGORY: Reflective
DATE SUBMITTED: 5/12/2008
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What I have come to believe. By First Fool

 

With each generation, the less I understand

Like Santa is now a symbol for the salesman

His image is so soiled and I don’t mean soot

Ever since the slipper fell off Cindy’s foot

This made those like Gollum have to laugh

We could use another Tolkien with his Gandalf

And we haven’t seen the Dragon Puff since

We learned it was all right exploiting innocence

Mickey and Bugs are just spikes on a chart

And some think all their needs are at Wall Mart

 

Being a princess killed the Lady Di

And a good lawyer turns the truth to a lie

The reason drugs can not go away

Is that too many people want them to stay

None believe what the politician tell us

And some think heaven is a realm of Elvis

I finally got what the Mad Hater said

And the rich don’t care if tiny Tim gets fed

Everything has its price I say with scorn

If you don’t believe me just watch porn

 

While the Rabbit it counts away the hours

All the kings’ men didn’t save the towers

And Hook really just got a new start

And now works for the Queen of Harts

And he hides somewhere around Baghdad

And making us grieve makes him glad

A wise man once said to turn the other cheek

But without the lion’s pride the lamb is weak

And I wish we didn’t need Aladdin’s land

So we’d leave and let’em pound sand

 

And not all evil is confined to the east

Most of our leaders feast with the beast

 Their image is not what they privately allow

That’s why Bill couldn’t follow the plow

And if we wanted someone to explain

We should ask the maker’s of acid rain

Or CEOs and their stock selling insiders

Or better yet those tobacco providers

Money can be made, but it’s better stolen

And if that’s love, then to hell you’re goin’

 

The state has justice, the oppressed revenge

If you want the fire, don’t fear its singe

We ambushed the Brits from behind a tree

But we’d be only a terrorist in this century.

Peter can have his Nevernever land

Cause there’s worst things than being a man

Evil is in us all and I hate to think like that

But that’s whey we can’t see Alice’s cat

I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve

But that is what I have come to believe

 


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