Wednesday, August 09, 2006
a poem to u country...
all the money uve earned
is all uve ever cared for
makes me sick til my stomach churned
coz theres shortage of welfare for sure
but then again its good dat u keep clean
coz clean is all i ever asked for
but wad for wen oni e surface is clean
look deep man... and u'll feel sore
well, politics or no politics
we haf to keep up with life
keep up with statistics
or end up in a hive
Posted by ZayS at 1:24 PM