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May 12, 2010
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Planet Bury 'em
It's our only world
and I wish I understood what we were thinkin',
the lights are on, but all eyes are steady blinkin',
stinkin' up our oceans, and our seas;
to late now, for pretty please.
~
Past the breakin' point,
time to evacuate, and leave this town
we'll feast, for sure but we won't keep it, down,
sound the sirens, and alarms;
it's lost it's charm.
~
There are other planets
let's all decide which one we can live, without,
we'll destroy it too, there's very little doubt,
stout thinking's done us in;
'tis such a dirty sin.
~
Turning a blind eye
can't help, and drinking won't keep the wolves at bay,
besides, it barely works, to my dismay;
say your prayers aloud,
you're not bothering the crowd.
~
It's way too late
but, I'd rather go down fighting for the war,
there'll be no one left, to tally up the score,
pour me another one, my friend,
looks like "hell" will be the end.
~
The bold audacity
fate's shown by leading us to this dead-end,
we won't get off this planet alive, my friend
send my dog-tags to my wife,
we just did not deserve this life.
and I wish I understood what we were thinkin',
the lights are on, but all eyes are steady blinkin',
stinkin' up our oceans, and our seas;
to late now, for pretty please.
~
Past the breakin' point,
time to evacuate, and leave this town
we'll feast, for sure but we won't keep it, down,
sound the sirens, and alarms;
it's lost it's charm.
~
There are other planets
let's all decide which one we can live, without,
we'll destroy it too, there's very little doubt,
stout thinking's done us in;
'tis such a dirty sin.
~
Turning a blind eye
can't help, and drinking won't keep the wolves at bay,
besides, it barely works, to my dismay;
say your prayers aloud,
you're not bothering the crowd.
~
It's way too late
but, I'd rather go down fighting for the war,
there'll be no one left, to tally up the score,
pour me another one, my friend,
looks like "hell" will be the end.
~
The bold audacity
fate's shown by leading us to this dead-end,
we won't get off this planet alive, my friend
send my dog-tags to my wife,
we just did not deserve this life.
— docmaverick, May 12, 2010
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years ago
Take a bow, Doc. This is
docmaverick
16 years ago
Kailashana....
xena465
16 years ago
Very deep Doc
docmaverick
16 years ago
Rosina, I soo appreciated your comment....
blistered-pen
16 years ago
I’m in love with that