Tuesday, August 29, 2006

MLS - My Life's Slept

The light shines and bounces off
The voice drones on
Increasing gibberish
Cradling the listening people

History is a mystery, an enigma
That cannot be deciphered
A cynical old fool
Beaten by the realities of life
Faces the harsh ravages
Of a gladiatorial contest

A suitcase full of
‘The West is the best’
We need to reinvent the wheel
So that we can use it

Anger is rising inside me
Like a swollen tide
Wishing to engulf and obliterate
The bourgeois proletariat

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