The cranberry dries my mouth
The *****, both demeaning and lifting
I am the rock and the hard place
I use nicotine to calm my storm

Earned under great spell of segregation,
With luster grand and blinding glimmers of false hope,
Standing like Trajan over his land, twice the spoils of war.

We must now thwart the hatred,
We must now look our brothers in the skin and decide if we can shoot them in the mouth.

Where lies the liberty in mysticism?
Why is this culture facilitating our schism,
And how now will we draw our party lines, or be done with them for a line in the sand?

Let us not fold in the face of dictatorship.

It feels like my head is at war with my heart.
Thoughts roaming free,
While feelings imprisoned in my chest.
Contained in a cell surrounded by pain,
pinned to the ground being abused and tamed.

Driven' insane by the memory of your kiss,
Because I know I'll try to keep myself from the sweet taste of your lips.
Your fingerprints left behind on my skin,
from a crime that we couldn't find the time to fully commit.

When your hand parted with mine,
My fingers had never felt so lonely.
As if you dug up some hidden pain I repressed without any remorse.

Too many secrets shared while we were dazed,
Hoping you'll forget mine,
But each word of yours I seared in my brain.

i did the
loose weight
superhero ****...
what now?
oh right, gain weight
and take the ****
out of fashion magazines:
aye captain my captain.
listen, i'm only "fat" because
i drink, on most days
i eat a sandwich a day...
you get me off the alcohol
and trap sugar with tax
i'll just enforce the fat in...
got in before the central heating
and gas cookers... nonetheless:
i'd make the perfect lumberjack!
chop chop ooh, chop choppy chop oh ooh!