Empty Teardrops On My Fingertips
There is only you and me
were universal
speak our minds
until they become controversial
the current administration
couldn't build a tent
that's why I should run
for president
I would represent you all
as I hate you, equally
no justification
just in my way, literally
the broken egg shells
I walk on for you
to cringe your nails
and do as you do
Mary wasn't quite contrary
on this particular conspicuous evening
it seems she's overdressed for the occasion
wearing nothing but a green wreath over places
What's the difference between me and you?
I have power beyond imagination
and control of my dreams
you misunderstand the smallest of things
and then blame me for your state of denial
I'm in a state of comfortness
but must move forward
in order to progress
otherwise I am just oppressed
or overly blessed, and won't digress.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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