Sometimes
peace can
be a trojan
horse, of
those
two fingers,
one is waved
right before
a war...
is peace
born of
remorse?
They say I
I question too
much, there's
never enough,
its all growth,
different perspective,
different times, new
minds, new speech,
same battle, different
feet, new drugs, same
street, keep them
locked in poverty,
suffer slow, constantly,
even though we consciously,
make an effort to better self,
you get stripped of better
health, its an obstacle
like short people touching
the higher shelf, they keep
us out of reach
teach us necssity
then change the
strategy...
There's
no sign
of peace,
yet when
we war, there
are signs for
peace, but
two fingers
is the sign
for peace
watch what
you sign,
because
it can be a
sign for peace...
only for
one people...
I digress
look at this mess,
all of this stress,
non sense at its
best our president
is a wreck, a
country at its best?
America you're
depressed,
America is
opressed
trumpsters impressed,
foodies are obssesed
with bacon wrapped
everything, like a
heart attack isn't death?
yes we all die
but don't fall
to white lies, I
mean don't fall
for white lies, lining
pockets with white
guys, filling the
pockets of white
guys, diabetes from
apple pies, cholesterol
from french fries, its
like food has become
a trend, a race to see
who can get the biggest double
chin, bags are doubled
so the grease doesn't
leak from within, food
doubled portion to bury
our fucking sin, fucking
simps, fucking look,
they're the fucking
crooks, silenced by
what they cook, destroyed
by false books....
Yet we
wave peace...
but the
real war is us....
they only market
what you want...
water is expensive
because you keep
buying sugared
punch...
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