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The Human Disease
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The Human Disease |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods 
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THE HUMAN DISEASE I’m sick and tired Of being sick and tired I’m sick of always complaining Never doing anything about it And I’m tired of always wanting more We’ve got food And shelters We’ve got starving children And death We’ve got money And medicine We’ve got wars And plagues We want more We’ve got fast cars And Hollywood We’ve got accidents And drug abuse We’ve got geniuses And technology We’ve got smart bombs And planes We want more We’ve got friends And families We’ve got terror And guns We’ve got mothers And kids We’ve got prostitutes And aids We want more We’ve got the ability And aid We’ve got the needing And diseased We’ve got shrinks And pills We’ve got the mentally ill And suicides We want more We’ve got kings And queens We’ve got criminals And homeless We’ve got Gods And angels We’ve got hypocrisy And lies We want more We’ve got good times And love We’ve got depression And hate We’ve got democracy And peace We’ve got presidents And greed We want more We’ve got everything we wanted Wanting more Tell me little boy Are there any presents left? |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
I agree with you, that everything good has it's negative result, as your poem was painful and well crafted. I said I'm going to buy a gun and start a war, |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Good God Broken How I love reading you absolutely amazing writing *shaking head here* in awe . . . xxoo |
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