Mar-tear

 Subject : Mar tear

Posted Date: : Oct 18, 2008 11:15 PM

So what is the solution?
Mental prostitution?
Should we bring back British Parliament and burn the Constitution?

Everybody speaks of change,
While they're sitting counting grains,
So I stand up with your red stripes as a target on the range.

There are thirteen merchants lurking,
Through the turf and mud that's murky.
Now there's fifty nifty cities,
Getting s**t on by the minute.
No the cycle is in*finite.
Thanks to congress and the senate.
Little do they know that one pen stroke is just enough to end it.

This is why they call me Ender.
While their plans unfold, my image renders.
At first my form was tender.
Now I'm made of steel like bender.

I'm a neuron,
You're a moron.
You don't know what goal you score on.
I'm malevolent with elements,
Like Ammonia, Zinc, and Boron.

I'm a phoenix.
You're a single helix.
Missing one but you can't feel it.
They didn't take it by themselves,
They paid some one to steal it.

He is your neighbor.
All day long he does slave labor.
When he saw the stacks of paper,
He thought these demons were his savior.

Now they hear your calls and see you brush your teeth,
And eat,
And put socks on your feet,
And when you leave they have their people at the end of every street.

So are you ready?
Is your gun hand steady?
Are your nerves calm and heavy?
Or are your palms all wet and sweaty like a yeti in the Serengeti eating bad spaghetti?