The masters of war claim my blogs are too long, too obscure…
Least that’s what they keep saying at taxpayer expense…
Going down a dirty inner city side road I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi I nodded…
Looked up as the sky began to cry, She shot it…
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o’clock this morn,
A cold fact, asked about her bag, suburbia’s such a drag
Won’t go back, ‘Cause Papa don’t allow no new ideas here…
And now he sees the news, but the picture’s not too clear…
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it, the curfew’s set
for eight will it ever all
be straight I doubt it…
Sorry if these blogs cause you to think too much…
So con, convince your mirror
As you’ve always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more…
thediplomaticwhore 
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