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Listen to me...,
We have to keep them asleep,
So we stay elite and they stay under our feet,
Keep them asleep,
Week after week,
Slaving like dummies,
They'll be chasing that money,
It'll be funny,
Buddy,
It'll be sweet,
Barely a bleat,
The sheep are easy to fleece,
If we just keep them asleep,
We need hypnotic suggestions,
Mass broadcast the messages,
Through phones and T.V.'s,
Control the whole population,
Subliminally,
No-one will believe,
Though it's hard not to see,
We will call them conspiracies,
Downplay their theories,
We're Illuminati,
Listen to me...,
We have to keep them asleep,
So we stay elite and they stay under our feet,
Barely a "Baa" or a bleat,
The sheep are easy to fleece,
If we just keep them asleep...

Promises, promises, all you give are promises.
Building up my fragile confidence.
Issuing such sweet, alluring dirty lies,
Are you a vicious demon in disguise.

Constantly telling me how you will make things better,
How you are such a righteous, upstanding go getter.
Tell me again how much richer, wiser and healthier I will be,
If only to your secret plans I will unconditionally agree.

You instruct me to follow you blindly about,
Never to questions or show any doubt,
Your endless devious drivel gets repeat every day
Telling me never to wander from your path or to stray.

You shout from the roof tops, and whisper in my ear.
That I should blame this one or that one for all that I fear.
You take from my pocket, by enacting new laws,
All to give to another dubious less deserving cause.

You grip my soul, my very being in your hand,
To squeeze out my essence, every last strand.
You wish me to crawl and beg at your feet,
Whilst you tell me one more great myth or deceipt.

Is breaking my spirit your ultimate goal?
Slowly draining the dignity from my very soul?
I am to become your obedient slave?
For the rest of my life until the grave?

Should I be grateful for the few scraps you distainly give?
Is this the way I am now meant to live?
Crushed and destroyed by your cruel lies.
Of a the better life, of endless blue summer skies.

Is this bitter tale about a spiteful love?
Is it a divine cruel beauty that I dare speak ill of?
A siren singly sweetly, luring me to my doom?
What person or thing could cause such dire gloom?

It is not of just one person these lines do speak,
They instead tell of the ignorance and arrogance of a powerful sneak.
That orders me to give up every last cent.

It Is My cruel lying Government!

Be ye angry and sin not.
A Bible verse we have forgot.
Does your anger rule your life?
Do you always live with strife?

Many love their confrontations,
Seeking out new aggravations.
Being negative gives them joy.
For them anger is their toy.

They seem to hate their own existence.
In being arrogant they use persistence.
Aggression is a tool they like.
I wish their brain would go on strike.

Often anger can be good.
Just don't be misunderstood.
Many things should cause us anger.
It should not put you in danger.

Our self control we must maintain.
Or else you lose and have no gain.
Anger should be properly directed.
Not causing you to be corrected.

Does hurting others make you glad?
Do you feel joy when someone's sad?
Is there something wrong with you?
Not caring about what you do.

You can't always have your way.
Others would like to enjoy their day.
We all suffer through hard times.
Many are victims of bad crimes.

Don't let anger be your master.
It will lead you to disaster.
You can control it if you try.
It does no good making others cry.

Inside you there is a heart.
A great place for you to start.
You should also have a brain.
Something we all need to train.

You are not the only one.
We all feel pain from someone.
Some of us will do our best,
To make life easier for the rest.

The future My future
Your future Who knows
what wars will be waged
within our own souls

Hope lost from lives taken
no room left for salvation
The terror The termoil
The hate of a nation

Opinions of one spread
wide like a cancer
leaving us empty in
the search for an answer

But if we stay true to
what makes us great
no longer will they have
the power to dictate

Wal….. Prob’y it ain’t nuthin
That doggone marmot consarned me
The Mawdrator he was pound’d down ‘is gavel
Meeting ai’jouned …was all he says
Meetin’ Ai’jouned my a**
It wa’ jus pass that Aa-ternal Equaunox it waz
When ‘is nite waz gettin a chill in the aire
Passin’ round da ‘holler I waz on ma’ way home
The fust thing on my mind hopesin’
The fire still a'glowen its embers’ red
Pass the bahwn wit' all dem peeps and clucks
So goes sounds o’ late summa a’ turnin to fall
In the Shadder o’these Maountains

I bought your Season 3 last night at Goodwill
But it seems the network made you chill
You sent a mean tweet
You thought was neat
But those in power
Took away my favorite comedy hour
You spoke it from the hip
While you got fat on too much chips and dip
But I didn't care
It just isn't fair
Comedy, especially by a woman is hard to do
To make people laugh, well you really pulled through
So I'll just save your last show on my DVR
While I watch your DVD at home and in my car

Black Friday, well what can i really say.
It's a bargain, the price humanity does pay.
Kicking and punching to save a penny or two.
Augments a plenty, in the disorderly queue.

It's mine, i got my hands on it first.
You son of a b*tch is then often cursed.
A world full of luxury, yet many have nothing.
While those that want more, their pockets they're stuffing.

A materialistic money grabbing idea was born.
While in reality it's the demise of morals we mourn.
It's not the needy that's rushing to get what they need.
It's the greedy and their addiction they must feed.

So my thoughts on this whole black Friday deal.
There are no savings that to me will appeal.
Just another tear i shall cry for our human race.
As yet again our behaviour is a total disgrace.

I hope all you wealthy business men are happy at last.
For the shadow on humanity you have greedily cast.
More money in your pockets, more shares in the bank.
For the death of another day, we all know who to thank.

"I'm gonna cut you off" he says
the small view gang man of Juarez

hollow points and hollowed head
detached triggers pulled and bled

the reasons lost, the lives tossed
no matter, no sense, the lines crossed

can we make sense in drug induced times
of bluntly unworthy familial crimes

power and money and money and power
humanity we snort and slowly devour

who's the culprit who's the victim
the police can't save the judges dictum

we all have died a little death
when children die and kill for meth

© agoodguy2have 2010-03-21

The evening had started well
with a wager put on red,
and both of them were happy
when it won just like he said.

It wasn't long before they were
the centre of attention,
with each cumulative winning bet
increasing surrounding tension.

The manager was hovering,
watching his casino lose.
He kept a smile on his face,
and plied them with more booze.

The hours passed, but they didn't quit,
they just kept on and on.
Until the early hours,
when everything went wrong

This time he placed a hefty bet,
all on thirty two.
And when it lost he raised his hands,
and told them he was through.

But just like every gambler,
he didn't keep his word.
Further bets now followed,
further losses now incurred.

His hands they now were shaking,
with every bet he placed
His money was now dwindling,
as a winning bet he chased.

Now the dawn was breaking,
and he had lost it all.
They walked outside to daylight,
though tall he felt so small.

She glared at him and spoke her mind,
"I kept telling you to stop"
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly
"The whole nights been a flop"

He lit a fag and breathed it deep,
while she finished her champagne
"It seems to happen every night,
it's getting quite mundane."

And so that evening finished,
in the early morn.
But they'd be back this evening,
this story is their norm.

On the paper the nos are
One to forty nine
Which order they want to be played
To find those lucky six

Which order will the play
I'll put pen to paper and make then in any way
Or play a lucky dip and cross my finger hope come out for me today
The chance of winning

The odds are stacked
I curse and frown having to find two pound
But maybe I'll find a few quid
Play my lotto and win a few more quid