Revosolution
Is just is, so some say
no one size, no one way
no one right, no one wrong
no one note for no one song.
May be true, may be lie
often makes me scratch my head
is there answer up in sky
that we’re handed once we’re dead?
Examine enough there may be clue
leading me to help walk true
but so far say seems quite slim
and Moral Mountain looking grim.
Because the rich get got wrong
then shout “Yes, now screw the rest!”
and Chistians unsing Christian song
by hurting folk and failing best.
Pus slime pockets under rock
say don’t do their do just follow talk
there will be no tasting of their pie
best we must fill up on their lies.
They hate brown skin, and yellow, red,
and manly women with she-ish men,
as for poor they prefer ’em dead
cuz they clog up Master’s plan.
So castrate rich, improve gene pool
then powerful put in a cage
once we’ve stopped the greedy fools
we can build a fairer stage,
An age where food and roof are free
as well as healthcare and school
where would could grow to better be
and no more taking rich man gruel.
Eat the rich, they taste like chicken,
or more like shit if politician.
– Smith, 3.15.2015
