wink wink
a wink wink nudge nudge revolution
the hundredth monkey has turned into evolution
as the tools of the hand’s man to manipulate the grand plan
-et is disguised in critical asses
breathing gasses,
known to slowly poison masses
jumped up to take the thrown
surrounded by your snipers
transferred all the rats + mice out of town by pipers
aware of the sins
committed on all sides but
devout to one
common thread,
that we must stand united
away with the greed, away with the fear
stand arm in arm and use our voices to spear
the traitors of the human race,
the ones who’ve only their own minds erase
speak to the oneness,
if they wish to follow,
on strict guidelines we task them
(if their souls be not hollow)
& what of the morrow?
we seek to minimize the sorrow
of transition, as we all jockey for position
on what of this human prison is left from the decimation and the treason
to all human rights of reason… but I digress, in protest
yet my point was just
in light of a moment like the $5 gallon
will the purveyors of public transit be much more understanding?
the drivers in van city act like victims of their schedule,
nothing should stop their timepace place..
but yet their good humour does erase
the stress of the street, the oppression of pace
so many times the driver was friendly
joking around and making us feel safe
i’d rather pay for this chauffeur
than drive myself around this place.
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