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megan rochelle Jan 2012
Tired of these ******* holidays,
leave me feelin life in a daze.
Tired of this ******* war,
Christmas or Xmas,
Mary was a ******* *****.
Beloved of the lord.
Lets push someone down,
to get into that door.
People pushin and Shovin'
'Tis the season to be Lovin'
Pass the bottle I need a drink,
I need a minute to think,
everybody skitting around
slipping and sliding like an ice rink.

Running on a campaign  of family values,
But the **** you're sayin,
Just ain't true!
Ready to be done with this,
With all of you.
I don't care about your bedroom.
What you gonna do for me,
For all these people like me.
Quit talkin and do it,

Tired of the *******,
you keep putting me through it
Tired of the single-mindedness
And its wide spread acceptedness
It's your fault we're in this mess,
And broke-*** ******* like me
Stuck payin for it,
The reason for this season
died years ago
I'm just gonna say it
Tired of layin low
I'm not the only one
saying what son?
I just want to be done
I'm Not sorry if you're angry with me
It's been building up
and building up
try to tear it down
But I'm fed up
Try to bring it round full circle
Sick of these people
who won't hear the truth
Till this **** hits the roof
gazin around heads aloof

Tired of the *******
you keep putting me through it
Tired of the single-mindedness
and it's widespread acceptedness
It's your fault we in this mess
Ken Pepiton Jul 23
Having only one will, my own,
under my contrary efforting control

- ready, eh, willing, able
- to relate reported anomolous
- activity associating abnormality
- right as opposed to wrong,
- straight up… on center, set

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, please

-- ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
laughing like innocents of death,
unafraid of ancient plagues--

easy laughing, nothing missing,
nothing broken, selah, shalom

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, pleased

from living, progressed toward
certain acceptedness, believed
for us all, we who happened
to learn to discern may or per
haps, events
in ality, re- or uni-
versal,
always
sung
whole so, still holy
version, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
whole so, still holy
versus, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
of original innocent plea
as a man in final hours, in fact,
actually passing at standard speed,
of mind many magnitudes faster
than everyday star generated light, in
constancy, professed impressively, as
E= Mass, that material gravity loves,
all massively evident according
to some theory squared away
in which all we may think or ask
is sorted and shaped, actually
into all that now is mortally
stable, set, fixed on course,
in balance and relevant
of course to us, as we

are in the whole of it.

We took the time at face value.
Spent it on an extra minute added after it was too late
In a mood, recollecting times I heard the same music, in a different century.
It'd seem won, once heard from first inspiration

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