Tuesday, September 22, 2009


I sit here and listen

to rhythmic words recorded.

Hatred and contempt, but for what?

Because a dollar was made, a redhead impressed?

Sellout synonymous with success.

Are we not just envious?

Do we not just want the same?

A million denied, a fool defined.

The same heart and soul,

but with pennies exchanged.

Mainstream or indie, the same words exclaimed.

Uncle sam is an uncle tom,

A reason for hate?

Fight it to the death, til blue in the face,

but no one is safe.

If a million is offered, who would reject?

A fool in my eyes, but now i regress.

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