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I heard some people talkin’ today
Talkin’ ‘bout the world
It’s gonna end real soon they say
The end will soon unfurl
Well that’d be just fine by me
Good riddance to it all
I never cared much for t.v.
Apple pie or baseball
How can he be Uncle Sam
When he’s so busy being big brother?
I managed to avoid a scam
Then got tricked by another
I get up every single day
And work from nine to five
I wonder what death is like
If this is being alive
Half of all marriages fail
And that is a fact
I’d purpose to the girl I love
If it wasn’t against the patriot act
And Uncle Sam he just smiles
And tells me it’s ok
He says we can have our honeymoon
In tropical Guantanamo Bay
They say more than half of all
Americans smoke pot
My teachers said that our country
Is what’s called a democracy
A government of popular sovereignty
But I guess it’s not
Because I got put in jail
Just for getting high
But when they see the oil exec’s
They say “That’s my kinda guy.”
Even though they’re murdering
And raping mother earth
But I guess solar energy
Just doesn’t have much worth
So bring on the apocalypse
It doesn’t bother me
I think that I would quite enjoy
Watching as the sea
Rises up and swallows
Every single last country
At least then we’d finally
Have some kind of equality
- by sporosofyadah |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/14/2010 |
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- Title: 2012 or bust
- Artist: sporosofyadah
- Description: Sixties style protest folk song. There aren't enough of these anymore because the angry young American's of previous generations are now just McDonald's fiending college kids pining for loveless exchange.
- Date: 01/14/2010
- Tags: bust
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Comments (2 Comments)
- sporosofyadah - 05/26/2010
- gratzi!
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- ll-0RACL3_kun-ll - 05/20/2010
- Nice poem ^^ . I can't believe that no one else aside from me has commented.
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