All Aboard the P.C. Train
Two convicts setting behind the legal Bars
How did you get in this dark dreary place of imperfection
Ambling on my way in pursuit of a Blessing I was railroaded within my own pages
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
So then I was sentenced without parole an indefinite detention
To the big house of Political Corrections judged by peers an obsession
So that’s is how I ended up in this dark dreary place of imperfection
Loud shot crying what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
I also landed here in like manner standing boldly in streets
Petitioning for redress for I could not stand by idle
In the midst of all the corruption I lifted up my voice
Loud shot crying what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
So then I was sentenced without parole an indefinite detention
To the big house of Political Corrections by executive orders decision
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
A loud whistle blows the choice is your says your God given right and the constitution
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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