I'M Sick

I’m Sick I am sick of all the darn righteousness that is heaped upon my plate Then made to swallow each righteous morsel; until I was full of hate Reared up against the establishment as they sit and made new rules In their clever endeavours to make sure that we remained their fools It takes more than one’s lifetime to see we are being taken for a ride Making waste of the more truthful brothers who hung until they died Who tried to convey an important message to all of those left behind Live your life with your eyes wide open, and to others do not be blind Take every morsel that you eat with salt and spew only as you please It is the only way to avoid this unholy righteous epidemic of a disease Indiana Shaw . . . -_-