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Iam looking for two pieces of silver! Willing to go downtown for that blue paper! Iam talking a doughle bag filled with dead presidents rest in peace to the leaders , Teachers not dealers!
Dodge a bullet!
Dance in the rain!
Smile with the sun, you are David conquer the giant within that wants to destroy.
Hug the trees for comfort! Blow tress for a steady thought , strengthen your heart these are cold nights have sight!
Tick tock the alarm ringing,
What is your wrist telling you to do?
One life , one heartbeat , two hands oh yes you blessed! Keep fighting , dive to greatness be the shark for life can be a bastard!
And they walked away laughing--
It made me simmer.
The one with the long legs glared,
"You'll never...," she said-- and hot I became--
(sigh)
It doesn't matter.
The farther away "It" seems the closer I get
If I only had the Dead Presidents...
Dreams
8/12/'13
(Alright, this is for all you Einstein's out there--"What is a 'Dead President'?" Take out a dollar bill, if you got the picture already, then you can think you're pretty smart. If not, look at it. On the bill on one side is our nation's emblem in the form of a monument, statue, etc. On the other side is a... "Dead President".)
USA (Pt. 2)
United States is full of pressured lesson learned people that live with oppression....
for the Rich's obsession of money....watching us sqwerm from pressured lessons learned....yet we get no where...they don't care....they never will...but still we are strong living with depression from our oppression....yet we give to the rich....who taught us our hard pressured lessons causing us more oppression by the cost of it's lesson....pressed in an office...pressed clothes...money being taken with our eyes closed....judged on how we are dressed....We are oppressed....air pollution causing cancer....more caused anxiety....but we still wake up and go to work in our
oppressed society...sobriety seems not the matter to be...liberty of freedom...
only by the cost of paper colored green....with dead presidents' faces...
American Nazis placed in high places, and un-earned positions...with the poor's visions...the rich slithers....taking the little we have watching us sqwerm from our lesson we learn...we are in a state of oppression....I have learned my lesson...and know it well... I am oppressed....can you tell?
My Country 'tis of thee....Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing.....
By Peter T. DeSpirito
Blood Money
Ransom for a trade
Hostile blood money
Vendita for the victims
Bad guy on the run
A bloody weapon in hand
Manipulation runneth
A destructive mind-set
Mental disorder unbalanced
Morally wrong with a motive
With madness, no care for others
Another body bag
Murder mystery unsolved
With no boundaries
Another murder just for the money
Money for ransom
With blood on your hands
Dead presidents in green
Bloody bank note bleeding
Greed follows a dead end
No one wins
Another lost soul
Just for engraved images paper note
Blood money never ends
Another victim up ahead
Another story to write
Another violent villain
Hunting in the night
Only to worship money
The child of yours – first step and word
The sight unseen, the sound unheard
And kitten purring on your lap
Get to adore a real catnap
The lotto ticket which has won
And love that makes you feel reborn
To eye a friend, long-lost and found
Your troubles gone and you’re unbound
Ski wind is whistling, downward slope
Research’s complete and offers hope
Blue sea, white beach and cares gone
The two of you meet reddish dawn
An open road, beguiling forth
At home on planet we call Earth
Good book that shakes you to the bone
Lovemaking with the sweetest groan
“Dead presidents” are joy to hold
Remain healthy growing old
The old jeans fit, ain’t that a bliss
Remember your sweethearts’ first kiss?
We crave long life and seek delight
Yet everyone sees different light
List incomplete, I know it’s true
So what is happiness to you?
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