Lost in anxieties maze
toxins leach from chaos
stretching sanities limits.
Source of rapid fire emotions
mental positions overflow
tainting commonsense with fear.
Anxieties demons plant hatred
upon intolerances fertile fields
watching, each side harvest paranoia.
Communication is in melt down
constant accusations and blame
for none can keep a civil tonge.
So both side suffer
Distorted preceptions, questioning
what is the American way?
"so ya wants a story from when Captain Mike was young"
"well you'll laugh so hard you might bite ya tonge!"
when I was a young lad trying to make a start
"I got with an Idea!" while composing a fart
I didn't want to work hard to be rich
started washing boats with a little sail's pitch
thought if I opened there'd be a big mob
the turth of it I couldn't even buy a job
would start every morning at 8 o clock
and try to wash a boat down on the dock
the business start was such a pain
boats where being washed by just the rain
after two months, no money to dangle
I started looking for a new angle
I loved the world I'm never mean
I desided to take my business green
then it happend as sudden as a cough
"the whole darn thing just took off!"
with ten employee's and two 2 hire
I finaly got the money I desire
"It was my angle!" it wasn't luck
even had two vans and a truck
then like planned every where I go
into my pockets the money would flow
alot of profit for a dirty deed
"I made it all with a little bird seed!"
by Captain Mike!
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