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Social Bladder

Contributed by Opium on Sunday, 27th July 2014 @ 03:07:28 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



All of you ants and social gatherers
Piled in cement towers
Elusive powers, pretenders, dying plants
Little rats put on the spin wheel
You dare not end your lives
And fight to reach the end
Running in circles searching for the light
Like a blind rodent who cannot feel
Who made all those laws?
Are you another indoctrinating dad?
Blinding your midgets from the flaws
Or growing a cock you never had?
Can you please stop the bus?
I need to get back to insanity
It’s getting lonely in here
Everyone joined the slave party
Come on! Dance to that stolen tune
They are all cheering for the fume
Smoking, drinking in a sunny June
Well it’s getting late and hearty
You all should head back to your towers
Before you damage those transplants
You all fake and dying plants!
I shall find shelter in those bowers
Enjoy the darkness counting hours
Soon the dirt shall clean your tar paved faces
Cigar whores, masculine drag queens
High heeled monkeys with laces
All slaves to the filthy pocket greens




Copyright © Opium ... [ 2014-07-27 15:07:28]
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Re: Social Bladder (User Rating: 1 )
by sorrowsofabrokenheart on Monday, 28th July 2014 @ 04:05:15 AM AEST
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I rather enjoyed the refreshing taste of reality. We love to see ourselves as the civilized when we are far from. We are no more the aunts carrying out our worker duties. Trying to blend among the other aunts instead of stroliving to be greater to move towards a real civilized world.


Re: Social Bladder (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Monday, 28th July 2014 @ 08:21:34 AM AEST
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Cheers! Way to get to the nitty gritty. You've hit the nail on the head as regards the social programming and especially the horror (yes, horror) that as parents we pass on this servitude to our progeny.

Mores the shame there, eh?

Good write.

Invierno




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