Heard it all my life,
Think of something new,
Not orginal.
I understand,
It rolls off the tongue.
From my lips,
And yours.
The hypocrisy kills you,
Deal with it,
I had to.
No sweat off my back,
But people always bat eyes.
Run with 400 years,
On your back.
Then tell me,
How your shoulders hurt
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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