Bottled Water

June 16, 2009
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Bottled Water

Do you enjoy being held in a plastic prison
Are you sorrowful your recognition hasn't risen
The suns inevitable rays
Bring you to the walls
Your tolerance takes my breath away
For you have no words,no song,no call
Being the convenient assistant
The label is persistent
Sitting on a rusting metal board
For the exhausted to sip
Yet you don't want more
You don't want the risk of trip
People use you to litter
So they themselves begin to waver
Rip the tag off the bottler water

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