Burn me country child
Torch my fucking ass, I loved you
She knew I would show up at her door someday
Standing at the doorway dripping blood and tears
Bank robbery, taking down the mansion
Of a big spender who flushed a thousand jobs away
She had to let me go and flush me down the toilet
A bird hits the window looking to fight it's reflection
Skilled people walking the street looking for a piece of bread to eat
Another jagged edge
Is this the happiest time of life
Living in a cocoon
Smooth Johnny and his dead parrot Pete
Getting high on a train line party
Look at all these people with Aids, please help them
Take control over your life
We live our lives on the upper branches, on the lightest leaf
The global system that kills, the third world always loses
Tanks, guns, and oil wells, and little generals with their hands out
There are changes coming, but it takes so long to move this dinosaur race
Never know, never give up, think about what you must do
Don't get tired and lazy, no one will give you food
All some people want are servants, to be served by others
The meaningless life, the party girl.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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