Don't wash this away. Don't ask me to wait another day. I don't have yesterday. It never can last long enough in my mind and I do not have what would carry me through tomorrow. So Do not take that away too. I 'd offer you something even though I should not have to buy what is rightfully mine. You have no rights here. You never will again.
Contact the right people with the right words.
Tell them that balloons have let everything you once were out
the window. Set it free and left you caged up.
Tell them you voted. Tell them you screamed.
Watch them lie. They held the ballad as they threw it
in the trash. No one cares what you were or who you are.
And it only goes for their lack of compassion.
The new world definition of compassion is guilt and shame.
No one should feel anything but filth and decay.
Mary had a little business card. She carried it around in her over night bag. Mary gave it to the ones that she hoped would call back. Mary walked alone. When Mary died, there was not a soul who knew where her grave was. Cause no one needed her memory anymore.
Jack wore a belt of clay. He only took it off to play. He played dead in the park with tiny plastic toy trains. Until one day he fell asleep on a rock. Then he woke up with a broken neck.
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