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help me understand (Free verse) by nolan
How can you view the world from so far up?
Alone in your chair and tea by your side
Mr. Politician how do you know what you know
Did you take an equality class in university?
Your right, single moms do not need help
They are just far too lazy, and stupid
Because anyone can raise four kids alone
But you understand all this
Did you learn justice at your precious institution?
Or did you pick it up on the street
You seem to understand the need for education
Because our schools are extremely funded
I can understand your idea to close more schools
Children don?t need guidance, they are far too smart
And that one kid to scared to try
He has the help he may require
And our air is so clean and fresh
You can only really taste the chemicals on Thursday and Sunday
The rest of the time it is a mere smell
And cancer rates are so low that patients never have to wait
Mr. Politician please help me understand
Why do keep pushing the activist down?
And why you call yourself a liberal?
When you are no different than the opposition?
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Weighted score: 5.1788044
Overall Rank: 4863
Posted: February 15, 2003 9:32 PM PST; Last modified: February 15, 2003 9:32 PM PST
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DROW! <smack> a shot rings out * bang, my pants drop to the floor... keanu reaves winks at me, and says, thanks for the champagne... dude" but i know not where i'm at, and i smell like the after shaved old spicy ness of a ..GAYE... politician. and i have a new tattoo that says luke skywalker is dead..i panic and bolt for the elevator, but as i reach it, it spontaneously implodes into a fgemine gas that then turns into my mother and i'm now holding a skull and dressed in shakespearian tightes... i have soft bulbous tears fallingg from my shifty eyes and peach lipstick on.. i am in love ...with the devil...and his name is................. peter pan peanut butter, peanutty.
hhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! chirpe.
quick cure... warm beer, cold shower. saxophone. shoe be do be do
<brought to you by 'Valentines day' just another way to fuck with your poverty complex>