FCC?

FCC?

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

living in a world full on technicalities.(thesaurus)
of technicalities.(rules and standards)
instead of loving(ignore this)
we should kill the babies.( or just get blander)

don't let them(see?) know what to expect.
don't believe them(we) to have an affect.
just pretend that they'll(us) all believe.
And kill the ones who try to relieve(you).

take the things that make you think(Thought)
and put them on the back burner.(dropped)
Eat what's on the spoon, we feed you.(mommed)
The better the sooner, we all (rot).
We're gonna win.
Whether you fend for yourself(or not)
.
don't let them know what to expect.
don't believe them to have an affect.
just pretend that they'll all believe.
And kill the ones who try to relieve.

A blink of nothing truer,
cartoon eyes with hopeless news.

Blues.

we're not bothered(tempered)
with you're simple life.
then we're not worth you're time(unglued)
Think in your box
that your parents made (for you)
Search for "his" glory
As we all fade.

don't let them(you) know what to expect.
don't believe them(us) to have an affect.
just pretend that they'll(we) all believe.
And kill the ones who try to relieve(see?).


© 2010 Hunter Zabbai


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