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Middle Finger To The Man!
Ignorance is their key to survival
You can paint a real pretty picture with denial
A prisoner to conformity & captive 9 to 5
Most of us pretend we're not condemned to such a life
I need an escape plan
I'm thinking one up
What is freedom but alot of money & some luck
I need an escape plan
coz it finally hit me
gotta get away before the fuckers microchip me
& the towers are to make us feel small
& the glamour is to make us think we need it all
I know who I am & what I'm responsible for
They hate me but they need me, they can't have me anymore
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Comment by Nigel Ford on February 8, 2012 at 6:26
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I really like this poem
It appeals to my inner anarchist
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Comment by Jessica Lewis on February 8, 2012 at 11:59
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Haha thanks Nigel!
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Comment by THE BARD on February 11, 2012 at 5:20
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You have a fresh conversational style....Good Luck!
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Thanks TB!! : )
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