I found this poem, that I found quite interesting, the message might seem very clear, but it'll get too ya. (Also, I could not find the writer of this, it was just labeled "unknown"). Here it is: "What a skeletal wreck of a man this is....Translucent flesh and feeble bones..the kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tomes...running rampant with free thought to free form..in the free and clear...where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat, to sift and focus on the bigger....better....now....we all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ariff from the branches of office, Do you know what your post entails?.......Do you serve a purpose?.....Or purposely serve?........Lying down inside of your adavistic galore, the value of a summer spent.......and a winter earned. For the rest of us there is always Sunday.....the day of the week that reeks of rest...but all we do is catch our breaths...so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the Big black Book.....to watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.......A vacation is a count-down, T-minus your life and counting, time to drag your tongue across the suger cube...and hope you get a taste....................Lets move on shall we??......Say...your me and i'm you, and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven't felt like this in years, The great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse.....Let me go and..punch me into the dead spot again...Thats were you go when theres' no one else around, It's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?.....Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards, with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger......Goverment is another way to say better...than.....YOU.....It's like ice but no pick....a murder charge that won't stick...It's like a whole other world....Where you can smell the food...but can't touch the silverware...Hah!....what luck...Fascism you can vote for...Isn't that sweet?.....And were all gonna die some day because that's the American Way...and iv'e drunk too much and said too little...When your gaffer taped in the middle, Say a prayer, save face....Get yourself together.....Im sorry, I could go on and on but......It's time to move on so......Remeber, your a wreck....an accident.....Forget the freak, your just nature......Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean....Snort and blaspheme.....Let the heads cool and the engine run....Because......in the end Everything WE do............Is just everything we've done.."
