Parasitic Idiots

Into the eve, leads demonstration an angry mob seeking salvation all the lost, surrender hate in while the young still hope to make it There you go, one so unnoticed another voice that portrays its hopeless as Wallstreet now, goes occupied the hard and cold has no softer side the big and dumb do as their told when asking questions is the way of old I must be schooled in the lost arts back when the beginning was just the start now its the ending, that grows more far as the cancer spreads and the fire chars What makes you feel entitled, brother? tired of helping one another? you wish to sit and collect a check then bash the banker who worked for it Occupy some sense, and fast or you will be crossing the distance last while I will be sitting, and collecting whats mine well deserved I'm sure, in life-time of never taking what I didn't earn I see your stupid, refuse to learn from the mistakes you make accepted think of who your ignorance in haste affected leave alone my friends, who found their niche which may be on Wallstreet, but gold earned paved it.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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