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Playing God
When I dip into my bucket list, I smell the stench of fish dying off
I smell pollution from an overpopulated fish bowl, that has been intoxicated with illiteracy, laziness, and mixed breeds
My bucket list will have a more mature America because the newly refurbished proper is, in my bucket, like food that I feed to you lousy fucking fish
I'll give them their daily dose of education, order, and class
Then when they walk around being proud of themselves, they can thank me for my intuition and self-respect
But then again, why would I want to save you guys
Fish doesn't even taste all that great
It smells of cunt that needs to be scrubbed, and yet I eat it to regain strength and fat to live
All-in-all, I want a smarter, and frankly less witty, America
I think freedom has taken our freedom, and for that I respect my country in a disrespectful way
Thank you, and I'll turn the fish light on before I go to feed my paranoia with dreams
*Note: This was for the Bucket List competition, but I wrote it having not knowing that it ended today. Oh well. Enjoy. :) *
I smell pollution from an overpopulated fish bowl, that has been intoxicated with illiteracy, laziness, and mixed breeds
My bucket list will have a more mature America because the newly refurbished proper is, in my bucket, like food that I feed to you lousy fucking fish
I'll give them their daily dose of education, order, and class
Then when they walk around being proud of themselves, they can thank me for my intuition and self-respect
But then again, why would I want to save you guys
Fish doesn't even taste all that great
It smells of cunt that needs to be scrubbed, and yet I eat it to regain strength and fat to live
All-in-all, I want a smarter, and frankly less witty, America
I think freedom has taken our freedom, and for that I respect my country in a disrespectful way
Thank you, and I'll turn the fish light on before I go to feed my paranoia with dreams
*Note: This was for the Bucket List competition, but I wrote it having not knowing that it ended today. Oh well. Enjoy. :) *
Published 2nd Mar 2012
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3rd Mar 2012 4:34am
This is excellent. I hope you know that, this poem has so much feeling and truthfulness behind it. Thanks for sharing.
3rd Mar 2012 4:53am
