Sunday, November 19, 2017

Seattle Hemp

Seattle Hemp

Our creative intellect is strewn
The death of capitalism isn't mourned
There aren't any mysteries unknown
Just listen to the frequency tones

Charlie wants us to feel alone
As we starve as he sits upon his throne
While he steals, we survive barely
Against mass anger to which we're prone

The hostess with the mostest delivers to the hopeless
The host who lost it all is seriously appalled
The cheaters and the scammers always on the sneak
But hit a brick wall when confronted by the freaks

They can't take it get tied in fits
They've got no sense nor any wit
Priests and preachers say they're the holiest
But their theology reveals their clumsiness

-Seattle, WA USA
August 2014

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