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-Inflection- by Keaton Foster Blah Blah Boo who Tell your tale Down river Spill those beans Someplace else We are tired Of hearing it Your swan song Has gone on For too damn long Taking advantage Of strangers Forcing them to listen If it was a crime You’d be put to death For the many of times You have cornered Another being And promptly beat Them to near death With those exaggerated tales Of your early existence We get it We understand Get in line It forms to the right Take a number Register your complaint With the authorities Then go take a flying leap We’ve all had it hard It’s not God against you Despite what you think It’s God against us all Faith must be tested Devotion must be challenged There are no free rides All who wish to stand In the kingdom of Heaven Must first go through hell Simple Polite To the point Take it or leave it Either way Just please shut up Ride that dead horse Instead of beating it Go where it takes you Where you belong You’ll understand Upon your arrival Not your departure Inflection Specific to you And your sad tale Stop telling it Or change it in a way That allows others To relate To further pontificate To take what you said And go tell it Upon a mountain Of their own choosing Blah Blah Boo who Stop being a drag Wake up And smell the beans The past is the past You can no more change it Than you could change The future Try for once Just existing And stop being A drag upon human kind No one likes A party pooper And you my friend As the biggest Shitter of them all Inflection... Inflection Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |