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Doesn't Make Any Sense

The apples are blue
They are not red
Stop the disbelief
You heard what I said
The burn is unbearable
In the midst of the cold
The old race on the playground
So quick the young fold
The elite have nothing
Poverty stricken masses have a say
Adept politician is out
Clumsy speaking novice rules the day
Left the ultra capitalists
Free market saves the day
Right clings to socialism
Distribution is the way
Why do we play by the same rules
Who said that has to be
Just put me in the nut house
For there I will finally be free!
Written by JAZZMANOR
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