PatternsA Poem by Hunter ZabbaiPuzzles and toy boxes in the little children's classroom Oh how they they were mesmerized As they soon knew how to do it all With the patterns they memorized Oh my brain, can't I give it a rest? There be some light with these unemployment checks The Government taketh, and giveth away No more complaining, just another day College bound seniors look at their futures Through a scared youthful glim fish lens And they guess they know how to do it all From the same patterns they'll just repeat again Oh my brain, why won't you quit? I'm still so young, and don't wanna commit The Government giveth, and taketh away No more complaining, just another day Now they're all bound to the same nine to five Still staring at the clock on the wall It's the same goddamn thing, that we did before When we we forced to walk through the halls Oh my brain, why won't you work? I guess there's no pain if you just can't hurt The Government rapeth, and taketh away Maybe I'll complain, but it's already too late
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Added on September 9, 2010 Last Updated on September 9, 2010 Author
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