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The Dream and the Pauper

I can breeze the smell of garbage everywhere in the streets of brooklyn
the government let us down after a heat wave not sending trucks for the pick
as so easy to keep the rats at bay with votes as all we need is reality
a third world we became as the rich filled their pockets and my taxes for wars
sorry to burst your bubble you all but me not happy with the lack of wealth
not spend for the future you kidding me as the garbage we should get rid of

not a revolution but spend my money on infrastructure or else and not for war
palestinian israeli we are all the same all we want is our garbage out trust me
religion they put down our throat to keep you silent but in god I trust and sure
I can lit my candle to any saint I want but get rid of the garbage greedy bastard
making trillions as a dollar in my pocket I have a voice to tell you no more
as for ever america was at war to fill pockets and not yours but the ten sadly

Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015

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Skat A Date: 8/22/2015 11:00:00 PM Catherine, this is deep... the 4th line on the second verse is my fav.... thank you for sharing... SKAT Login to Reply Catherine Labeau Date: 8/23/2015 3:32:00 AM have a friend who work for a rich. he a steward on their private jet. they were detained at the airport in turkey 7 hours [not the master] about the wine they were bringing to go on a cruise on the yatcht and were asked to pay 30 thousand $ fee. so imagine what the wine cost. my friend will spend ten days idling in the best hotel until pick up in Greece and back to America. That make me mad as it's a vacation with the ten wheeling and dealing what's next for you. Catherine Labeau Date: 8/23/2015 3:15:00 AM thanks Skat. sometime I rave when I see the inequality