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Grip This My Fellow Tribesmen

Easily entertained by the oppressors yet offended by the truth that seeks to wake us.

Invade our stable to take us, give you a smile or two you accept the fate that they give or better yet gave us. 

Shaken by the wrath of reality still it's no big deal cause you're favorite show is on. 

Presidential figures and team owners attempt to shove our faces in s#it... But that's fine long as the television and radio is able to remain on. 

We are such a petty bunch of folks, yet all we wanna do is wait for someone to save us. 

And smile at our oppressors as if he or she wants to own us or better yet pay us to enslave us.

Copyright © Michael W. | Year Posted 2017

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Michael W. Date: 10/13/2017 1:55:00 PM I can only put my work out the way I attend it to be. I write from experience and feel off of fury and release this rage that I have so deeply inside of me. I express myself, my thoughts and I make up whatever rules I want to be in my own ways. Because rules are always needed for without them were only children playing a never ending game without winners. I greatly appreciate viewers and comments. Login to Reply Michael W. Date: 10/13/2017 1:57:00 PM