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My Butt Crack

My butt crack 
Is quite a split 
It supports the rest of me 
when I sit 
you thought I was gonna say something else didn't you ?

My butt crack 
Is a marvel to behold 
It was cute when I was young 
but now offensive since I'm old 

My butt crack 
Is pretty darn straight 
can you imagine if it was crooked 
pretty weird sight I would rate 

My butt crack 
Is funny to me 
when I bend over in my jeans 
It peeks out 
for you to see 

My butt crack 
wanted me to write this today 
for no other reason 
then just to say......................

I gotta split 


LOL 

Eric (and sometimes not)

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Tick Tock

To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !

Eric (and sometimes not)

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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)

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Patriotism

Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will 
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you 
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil

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### - ## - #### (Number 9)

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There you go you have been identified 
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You have been marked 
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system 
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's 
Forever lost digitally 
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers 
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog 
You are a number, not a name 
You are part of the inventory 
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth 
We want your presence, we crave your birth 
Another soul to feed the beast 
Another set of digits to add to the feast 
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No need to worry because you are free 
Just never be late when you pay me 
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9 little numbers to keep you straight 
9 little ways to control your fate 
Think of this when you obey 
Live with this day by day 
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It is the freedom 
For which you pay 
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock 
For the masses and your little number 
You have been introduced 
To the greed driven financial slumber 
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)

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Ballot

Politics
Politicians
Definition: (Webster’s dictionary)
To deceive, dismay, confuse or blind 
How perfect !
Simply put 
Misplaced faith by the masses 
But truly not our fault 
Just a little slow that’s all 
When you’ve been lied to from the beginning 
What else do you have to compare it to ?
But lets look at it for what it really is 
Bullshit !!!
Who can sling it and sugarcoat it the best 
Wins my vote
The lesser of two evils I suppose 
It almost seems like a talent show 
Who can dazzle, dance, and defy the one thing we really want
TRUTH !!!
Very simple, effective, and enlightening
Though a scary concept I admit 
But definitely something new 
But then again………..
Would they believe you ??
If they did tell the truth 
How would we know ??
Think about it 

Eric ( and sometimes not )

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P E T S People Enslaved To Socialism

Have you ever had a pet?
Chances are pretty good I bet
You give them food, water, shelter and medical care
In return they give you loyalty and love, which is pretty fair
They will always be at your side 
Their allegiance is strong I must confide 
But then it suddenly dawned on me 
I to was a pet 
I wasn’t free 
How does such a thing come to be?
Well, it’s quite easy to see
The government gives you food, water, shelter and medical care 
SNAP, Section 8, Obamacare 
You give them your devotion and vote 
You see, you’re a pet 
The governments little joke 
Give it to me free 
Then let me be 
You work for me 
Can’t you see?
Your blind adoration for me?
Stay home, be safe and don’t fret my lil pet 
I’m from the government 
Trust me your all set 
The entitlements you crave 
Are all the rave 
As are the chains that bind 
My obedient slave 
Oops, I meant pet 
Sometimes we forget 
But you’re a pet so that’s ok  
Because we tell you where to lay 
And like a pet you simply obey
Good boy

Eric (and sometimes not)
P.E.T.S. (People Enslaved to Socialism)

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Greed

What a joke 
What a laugh 
People stressing 
The overdraft 

Oh my 
Oh me 
How much will it be? 

Can I afford to pay? 
Another unfair bill today? 

Such is the way of the corporate ladder 
To send paper with numbers 
In order to get fatter 

I laugh at your effort
To rob me long distance 
Instead I smirk 
And return resistance 

It seems odd to me 
That people fret 
Like they’ll ever collect 
Is what I bet 

I wait for it all to collapse 
For corporate America 
To fall into relapse 

Then look at the greed 
And what they have brought 
How much blood from a stone? 
Is my thought 

I love to laugh at these greedy misguided fools
Sending paper numbers 
To obedient tools 

When they send you pictures of numbers 
Send them pictures of money 

And laugh, laugh, laugh………..

Eric (and sometimes not)

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Nothing Personal

I love you too much 
To let anything bad happen to you 
I love you too much
To see you do bad things 
I love you too much 
To do nothing 

I wont sit and do nothing 
I will stop you 
Even if I have to hurt you to save you 
I wont sit and do nothing 

It’s nothing personal 
I just love you too much

 
Eric (and sometimes not)

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Your Intentions

Your intentions 
Were good 
It’s just that you misunderstood 
The technology 
You issue your child 
A digital leash 
An electronic guardian, babysitter, and spy 
We show them the door and provide the key 
And allow them to see the world in its entirety 
Unfettered uncensored and raw in form 
The ugliness of humanity presented as the norm 
To give a young mind access to this 
To allow them to self-program in digital bliss 
Then dare question ourselves with “what did we miss?”
When we allowed this environment to exist
Our intentions were good
But we misunderstood, our gift
Which was designed to lift, connect and convey 
Though sadly has devolved to corrupt, confuse and dismay  
And program our youth in new and horrific ways 
To satisfy the flavor of the day 
An endless binary Kool-Aid poured for our youth 
Drink up my child 
Unlimited data for you, only the best 
How ironic to unwittingly poison our youth, our future 
To be our own executioner  
Giving our own children the digital rope, they need to hang themselves with 
But then again, our intentions are good, and really isn’t that what matters in the end?!!? 
Isn’t it?
Can you hear me now?

Eric (and sometimes not)