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Dull Moments

I feel numb. 
My wits have been fried, at the ends... 
It happened, more than once. 
It was a little each time I watched the TV, 
and they talked about the "free". 
Who are they speaking of? 
Who are they talking about?

Free money for those that are too lazy to work. 
Free money for those that came here, to do harm. 
Free education, and a free vacation, 
at the expense of all the citizens
who came to stare too long into the box. 
They are all asleep now, 
and repeat the process, 
of voting in... 
and toting the baggage
of the elite. 

Building a better today than yesterday? 
Do you buy that now? 
Do you need a cow? 
Are you short of milk... 
for your children?

Better, 
What is better about today? 
High food, high gas, high cost of shelter, 
illegal's and wild beagles on the streets, in tents for homes
and no one to pay the bill, much less the taxes or the tip, 
to get their fill. 

Back, 
to the "basics"... are all in their speeches... 
like leaches, they make up new ways to draw blood. 
"Believe in us, and do as your told."
The mantra of old, 
rings true... 
even today
in every way!

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