Have I changed so rapidly or is it the world?

Trying to keep my eye on the goal while riding the Tiltawhirl.

Caught up in gender identites; not standing in line can have the side affect of enemies.

I’m trying to be the type of women that doesn’t bow down

to the mass of asses in Prada glasses that scuff from their crystal tower

until the final hour when the flames engulf freedom. 

YOU! Listen to the television, then you’ll know what to feed’em.

First its that Coco Crisp then its a Camel smoked brisk,

Don’t you dare take a risk, live through others, hide under your covers

and smother the voice of opposition.

Launch a inquisition, make it your mission to understand every condition because

now YOU are always right, there aren’t any omissions to your knowledge!

No Dear God! You went to college which makes you a Star Bellied Sneetch;

So sorry to preach but these height won’t be reached

while laying down letting your nertons clot.

Smell the stench and the rot from the top.

The Revolution won’t be televised if so we could devise merchendises. 

Come roll the dice and buy a toddler popping land mine

and there will be quiet the fine if

YOU don’t panic for the oil we believe in.

 But what I’m trying to say is you can’t get ahead

while your getting even.

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