Creative Ineptitude
 

Where will you be
When it all falls down?
I hear that rumble
In every small town
No place to hide
No place to run
Power will be to
The man with the gun

The tramps are marching
They’re on your lawn
Taking all you have
At the break of dawn
Lose your house
And you lose your mind
Leaving clothes and memories
Of what's left behind

It was spoken and taught
So very long ago
The way to the light
Was in heavens glow
We scoffed and bickered
And soiled our land
Gave in to illegal’s
And their every demand
Gave up our freedom
Without a doubt
Creative ineptitude
Is what its about

Numb from exposure
Of blithering reporters
Repetitive propaganda
Where insanity loiters
Your choices diminish
Your life now on fire
And the devil is wearing
His political attire

Where will you be,
when it all falls down;
and your death wish
is wearing his receptive gown?

And you realize it’s not a dream….



Written for the demise of the American Dream
and...
for the Ranchers and Farmers of Zimbabwe,
that were beaten and driven from their homes



God help us and save the cotton candy













By Bubby

© 2008 Bubby (All rights reserved)

 

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