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Aug 04, 2008
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Roadside Fields
The roadside fields wear
periwinkle-blue asters
in August,
scientists say the explosion
of jellyfish indicates a sick sick ocean,
what an extraordinary creature!
what did you say was spineless?
I don't know who to vote for
any more the gap narrows,
tarnished angels
keep falling away from the truth,
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
30 years ago I campaigned for
nuclear disarmanent
and now the only answer is
who will be the last one standing
with all the doomsday toys?
for all the good girls and boys
There is no truth to see unless one opens her
heart, there is no hope in Pandora's box,
there is nothing but the stench
of this bullshit belief
I see Queen Anne's Lace dancing in an
ocean of dreams
through these blurring eyes,
I, too, must lie.
periwinkle-blue asters
in August,
scientists say the explosion
of jellyfish indicates a sick sick ocean,
what an extraordinary creature!
what did you say was spineless?
I don't know who to vote for
any more the gap narrows,
tarnished angels
keep falling away from the truth,
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
30 years ago I campaigned for
nuclear disarmanent
and now the only answer is
who will be the last one standing
with all the doomsday toys?
for all the good girls and boys
There is no truth to see unless one opens her
heart, there is no hope in Pandora's box,
there is nothing but the stench
of this bullshit belief
I see Queen Anne's Lace dancing in an
ocean of dreams
through these blurring eyes,
I, too, must lie.
— Kailashana, Aug 04, 2008
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Rolwright
17 years 10 months ago
No you don't
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
Rohlwright….and don’t
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