Satirical

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B 3-15.A LOT OF LEANING IS...

B 3-15.A LOT OF LEANING IS A GOOD THING

15.A LOT OF LEANING IS A GOOD THING.

A LOT OF LEANING IS A GOOD THING

CASUE IT MAKE US...

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B3-14. THE HAPPINESS OF...

B3-14. THE HAPPINESS OF LIFE

14. THE HAPPINESS OF LIFE

THE HAPPINESS OF LIFE

DO NOT JUDGES ALL THING WITH THE HEART NOR...

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B3-12. GOD CREATED ME...

B3-12. GOD CREATED ME WONDERFUL AND LOVING

12. GOD CREATED ME WONDERFUL AND LOVING

GOD CREATED ME WONDERFUL AND LOVING.

WHE GOD...

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The Casino

The Casino

Ladies and gentlemen young and old

Come feast your eyes on fortunes untold

Satisfy your...

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Flummoxed

Flummoxed

Vexing, this.

Hands tied

Ball gagged

Eyes down

So as to not see your sick...

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A special kind of brokenness

A special kind of brokenness,

Afflicts the Homo sapiens race.

Although our name does “wise...

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Heat and Stuff

When you’re walking on the turf,

Despite the blazing sun,

You skip along in barefoot mirth...

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Truth/Untruth

/Too large eyes set too far apart,

Prominent gums shielding sharp tongue,

Barbed words...

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Perspective

Perspective

​​Angers for those who

still harbour hope.

Pain paves the way

to get hooked on dope...

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RED PILL ...

RED PILL                                   BLUE PILL

Do I wake or do I dream...

Sheer blue skies and skills at ease...

Did I follow Jefferson's...

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A loan

A loan

Shrouded

From humanity -

Jaded

An empty shell -

Feeding from a desert waste...

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A(parent)

A(parent)

Despised, you fool,

despised!

Wretched, pregnant lies.

Hatred now deflated,...

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Picnic

Picnic

Pull me apart

Piece by piece

Section me right out

Divide me into equal parts...

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Who am i

we hold these weights over our heads,

anointing ourselves with stress and pride,

with a...

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Living within the means

Living within the means

Butterflies just fancy moths

Birds sing of death

Barking dogs begun to bite

Cats...

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Approximately equal to

Approximately equal to

Nothing is nothing -

And nothing is naught.

While everything sold -

Is everything...

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Personal pandemic

Personal pandemic

I don't have much, these limited means.

I'm only intermittent​Iy exploitable.

My friends...