Dominance Games / Politics
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The rats are in the dell
they’re all as pure as the driven snow
and they send us all to hell
Roses are pink tulips all shine
The rat bastards stand firm for mine and thine
They trick the right tricks flout the the right skin
they march to the beat of the voices within
we love that they’re tough
we love that they’re smart
we love that they love
with lust in their heart
we love that they’re vacant
we love that they’re hardy
we love that they throw their dim little party
we try to imagine a world without pain
they only will stroke the slain and the lame
they carry the auras of god and his flock
in the night cold and bitter end they don’t give a f….
we cherish their efforts
we cherish their smiles
they bore and they threaten, have squalor for style
we wish to the heavens that that they we our brother
our fathers, our mothers our sisters our kin
then we could be sure of the stupidity within
we love who we love
we hate who we hate
the temples of doom are always to late
we champion the depths of the heights of our culture
we pray for and live for the hour of the vulture
we get weak at the knees and tremble in sweats
they who win gets what they gets
tough
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Dominance Games: Tough
Dominance Games / Politics
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The rats are in the dell
they’re all as pure as the driven snow
and they send us all to hell
Roses are pink tulips all shine
The rat bastards stand firm for mine and thine
They trick the right tricks flout the the right skin
they march to the beat of the voices within
we love that they’re tough
we love that they’re smart
we love that they love
with lust in their heart
we love that they’re vacant
we love that they’re hardy
we love that they throw their dim little party
we try to imagine a world without pain
they only will stroke the slain and the lame
they carry the auras of god and his flock
in the night cold and bitter end they don’t give a f….
we cherish their efforts
we cherish their smiles
they bore and they threaten, have squalor for style
we wish to the heavens that that they we our brother
our fathers, our mothers our sisters our kin
then we could be sure of the stupidity within
we love who we love
we hate who we hate
the temples of doom are always to late
we champion the depths of the heights of our culture
we pray for and live for the hour of the vulture
we get weak at the knees and tremble in sweats
they who win gets what they gets
tough
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill….http://dominancegamesb.wordpress.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
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This entry was posted on July 30, 2011 at 10:55 pm and is filed under current events, dominance, opinion, Politics with tags analysis, Commentary, debt ceiling, political satire, power. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.