Saturday, June 20, 2009


You'll take your place with buzzwords
You'll share your faith with buzzwords
You'll smash his face for buzzwords
And in the construct of their being
Free from thought you'll find their freeing
Jest adjust your way of seeing
It begins to really grate
Patterns fattened upon fate
Precursor cursin just you wait
Make a beeline with your beetle brow
For the furrow frequent plowed
And oft repeated out loud
It's trite and true
Blight the blighters blue
It's only right you do


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