Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Fishing

I went trout fishing in mainstream America,
A place where you can choose your appearance.
Wear anything you want, in any color, as long as it's black,
Chant your unique ideas, only to realize you're fake.
Preach against conglomerate money mongers all day,
Next morning you see you're made up of everyone you know.
Who are they do give you the beliefs you hold dear?
They're just like you, no true source to be found.

Man made God from a quick glance in the mirror,
Intolerant, racist, and selfish lords on power trips.
Justify the means, resolve your issues to find they don't exist,
Nobody sees who you are until they walk through.
Transparent liars who eat their own shit,
People make judgments where their opinion is not welcome.
Everybody's business except yours is your own,
Welcome to private America, don't lock your doors, the
police state holds the key.

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