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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where there is a petty imitation There'll be pests, posters of sensation Grouping of hesitations Complaints to order, servings of hallucinations There'll be soap-box amatory slander About walking coat-hangers slender It ain't working girl, it's a waling green guile By his friend in business uptown a mile By his wife who paints her mirror image Shades against her daughter's non-marriage Her tea drained in company of photo albums Of good old days of bottomless bums And motherly mums and wives' tales true But the fashionable unreasonable is turning blue All the codified glory of yesterday's innocent shame Now he's not got a gamut of trust in a game He calls out to his dog, his faith, his fellow "Round up the gambits and youths in yellow, 'cause I can't move from my comfortable stump." But his companion is old, stands to wearily slump Back to the ground to emphasize to his master That's four legs or two there'll be no muster Just a dusty breeze of his wooden-coat happening As diamonds were coal, the rough is hardening Like a baby can't talk, but it knows what it wants No you can't understand it, you guess as it taunts Your patience and moral, your air of knowledge That you've blown so big you need no tutelage So you sit and you moan, you grumble and point You don't dance no more as it'll gnaw each joint Like you grind your teeth as the heartily speak As the laughing weak working each day of the week It's hard but they know it won't last forever 'cause cursing your bread will put you in the gutter Now that's something you could never understand Just as your father's father both bit and fed the hand Now you sit pious in a dynasty out of your control You had to spread it thin to bank each and every toll So rest you ill and tainted soul, the blind see more The deaf hear more, as the mute speak ancient lore Rewritten as it were to be - a changing people's democracy An evolution from your pollution and non-decency A smile for a smile not an eye for an eye And you'll cry and you'll cry when death strolls in to buy Your soul at less then half you thought it worth And bury you down inside the cold, cold earth.
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