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Array ( [sid] => 135100 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It’s wrong and immoral, it’s still how it is [time] => 2007-06-10 04:43:18 [hometext] => their are some bad words in this one ..... my bad [bodytext] => Oh we are going
to sh*t, and
not in a hand bag,
We’re going in
a mother f*cking
duffle bag,
The same bag
a student brings
to school carrying
a 9mm
Its sad but true
our generation
is slowly roasting
over a fire
The flame
of our open
sex drive that
is becoming more
of a necessity
then an act
of emotional love
And it’s spreading
Though every street
into our next generation
of young children
And we are too
comfortable with our
safe houses
in our safe suburbs
Calm watching the
fake reality television
show, to notice
our troops
more importantly
our friends, our family
are dying for
reasons unknown
to them and
the public
when there is genocide
taken place
eight countries away
“Oops did I
say genocide ?
Sorry Mr. U.N.
I mean civil war”
But I do not
speak of
blasphemy
to this country
but to what
we simply let
happen
Nobody cares
so why should I?
so, f*ck me in
the a** and
hop on the
bandwagon
Slap this b*tch
in seventh gear
cause it’s time
to get to hell
a little quicker
Plus it’s Friday
and the King Pin
drug dealer
is open all weekend
And I don’t have
to be at work
till Monday

Im sorry this
is my last
anarchist stand

J.L. Eckenrode
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It’s wrong and immoral, it’s still how it is

Contributed by eckenrode on Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 04:43:18 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Oh we are going
to sh*t, and
not in a hand bag,
We’re going in
a mother f*cking
duffle bag,
The same bag
a student brings
to school carrying
a 9mm
Its sad but true
our generation
is slowly roasting
over a fire
The flame
of our open
sex drive that
is becoming more
of a necessity
then an act
of emotional love
And it’s spreading
Though every street
into our next generation
of young children
And we are too
comfortable with our
safe houses
in our safe suburbs
Calm watching the
fake reality television
show, to notice
our troops
more importantly
our friends, our family
are dying for
reasons unknown
to them and
the public
when there is genocide
taken place
eight countries away
“Oops did I
say genocide ?
Sorry Mr. U.N.
I mean civil war”
But I do not
speak of
blasphemy
to this country
but to what
we simply let
happen
Nobody cares
so why should I?
so, f*ck me in
the a** and
hop on the
bandwagon
Slap this b*tch
in seventh gear
cause it’s time
to get to hell
a little quicker
Plus it’s Friday
and the King Pin
drug dealer
is open all weekend
And I don’t have
to be at work
till Monday

Im sorry this
is my last
anarchist stand

J.L. Eckenrode

Copyright Â© eckenrode ... [ 2007-06-10 04:43:18]
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Re: It’s wrong and immoral, it’s still how it is (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 09:35:11 AM AEST
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love it love it...it all needed to be said.

thank you.

- Bethani -

Re: It’s wrong and immoral, it’s still how it is (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 01:34:49 PM AEST
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Hee Hee. This will probably get taken off because of your cuss words....but I found it a blast to read...(I admit to loving a good cussing out to someone deserving of). I friggen hate our government and all it's two face, moralistic bull crap. We are corrupt, no doubt in my mind. I have to agree with a lot of what you say, the write fired me up....I could hear it loud and clear.
Peace, Laura

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