Stupid Like a Fox
I've got something wrapped
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger
I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts
I wish I could fly
off to Dublin
And free myself from the lie
That spells change P-A-L-I-N
Sly like a Fox
their culture of fear
prevents ones from thinking outside the box
instead we pick the candidate more likely to enjoy a beer
The public eye is blind
that misses the truths
and removes what is just from the mind
and kills common sense in voting booths
Did Germany ask
the Nazis to change post bellum country?
Did the colonials take the British to task
only to support their continuing policy?
The publics' third eye
is shrouded in the fickle
People would rather know which couple said good-bye
than know how to resolve this pickle
America's on life support
The truth is covered
justice is the only abort
legal in our culture of fear and different ideas undiscovered
Copyright © Andrew Plath | Year Posted 2008
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