i had a terrible dream that things were not as they seem i squinted my eyes to my innerds i cried but the splinter was more like a beam i once though that humans were just but the newspaper called it a bust the polls were alarming the leaders were farming our morals as well as our trust there was a big secret to hide the leaders were not on our side they slurped up our dollars but refused as we hollered to admit that but one of them lied and so we just sleep thru the years and try hard not to see all the tears its a world so small that the pity doth fall on the one who get all of the ears and when one is lost without voice and the leaders offer nothing of choice we keep chewing the fuel they continue to rule and the floor has no sign of a joist we are bound by the rule of the few to repeat what they already knew if it worked out before and they don't lose the floor then f*ck you if you want something new
