Friday, September 9, 2011

Potty Mouth

Grab My Arm!
It has fallen asleep...
Much like the brain of mankind...
Kind man seems extinct,
Dead...
Buried...
Hidden...
Do you remember when logic ruled the earth?
Killed by the meteor of awareness, 
Aware, lest you follow the fate of those before
Who's scarlet letter was common sense
Senseless rambling resembling the state of our union
State of Emergency!
I declare in a voice that sounds too close for comfort
To the...
Comfortable...
The Abominable...
The Affordable...
Silence of those who's noises sound vaguely familiar
Familiarity is the sound of a cash register's
KA-CHING!
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BLING!
Whether diamond encrusted, 
Or paisley-imprinted, 
I've never fully trusted
The smile-tattooed elite
Who swear by my best interest...

You should never swear...
Potty Mouth.

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