With minds that earn degrees
The loving cups
Gilded plaques
Grace their study walls
Hide the cracks
While their genius is turned
To works of tyranny then
Off to market to market
Go selling these
With words so fiery and persuasive
They steal cunningly
Riches no one can exceed
And why are some men born
With a fate of poverty
One firm bed
For a swollen back
Year by year
The bodies wracked while
Their obedience is had
With gradual defeat
By the pace by the pace
And the urgency
Through a muddled thought
They phrase it
God knows we're deceived
Barter for
What they need
And where they go
Disdain and jeering
For fools to call
The noble peasantry
O how it puzzles me
I pressed flat the accordion pleats
That had gathered in his cotton sleeves
While he thumbed
Yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed
The final piece
A mountain's crest
Soon to reply assuredly
O for man aged ninety years
No words to waste on sermons
He'd be pleased to answer
Short and sincere
Girl there's a nonsense
In all these heaven measures
It's a heathen creed
So your grandma says
But better to live by...
Drink it all in before it's dry
He ended there with a rattle
Cough cough
I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
As a trail of Camel ashes fell
On the floor
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned To works of tyranny then Off to market to market Go selling these With words so fiery and persuasive They steal cunningly Riches no one can exceed And why are some men born With a fate of poverty One firm bed For a swollen back Year by year The bodies wracked while Their obedience is had With gradual defeat By the pace by the pace And the urgency Through a muddled thought They phrase it God knows we're deceived Barter for What they need And where they go Disdain and jeering For fools to call The noble peasantry O how it puzzles me I pressed flat the accordion pleats That had gathered in his cotton sleeves While he thumbed Yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed The final piece A mountain's crest Soon to reply assuredly O for man aged ninety years No words to waste on sermons He'd be pleased to answer Short and sincere Girl there's a nonsense In all these heaven measures It's a heathen creed So your grandma says But better to live by... Drink it all in before it's dry He ended there with a rattle Cough cough I took away the long gone cold coffee cup As a trail of Camel ashes fell On the floor Explain Request ×
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