Bitter End
11/28/21
I won't but I know some dummy will
Ya'll think it's funny still
Out in the country hills
F*** all these monthly thrills
People think money kills
But its humans that do, leading to bloody bills
It was difficult to be predicted
Often conflicted
Folks heavily addicted
Areas still restricted
Too many wrongfully convicted
Others getting off scot free
I am not Godly
Rocky
Or a zombie
Do you copy?
I can't waste time or be sloppy
Close and far from fields of poppy
There is secrets out there, some of which on a floppy
The masses flocking
All these people gossiping
And mocking
It's gone beyond shocking
As opportunity continues knocking
Near and far from any Christmas stocking
Endless talk in town
Snowflakes fallin' down
All around
They argue due to having no common ground
Careful on who you call a clown
Badly paid
My all I gladly gave
An influx of candy canes
Others calling one another nasty names
Damn these games
A lady and man betrayed
How can we change?
If there always on a witch hunt and crusade
Why is that the way?
Do something about it or just sit in bed
Winter's ahead
The sky a crimson red
On the counter a house made of gingerbread
Nothing special or precious stones on the riverbed
Going to see it through until the bitter end
Regardless of all the unfortunates
On the road an unexpected fork in it
Still got to reach the coordinates
And help hang some ornaments
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