Choking on the Truth

December 26, 2008
Fresh cut lawns
And broken glasses
Nameless pawns
Who feed the masses
A mask
A front
A traceless deed
The quiet rules
You have to heed

And bad behavior
Searching for
Our nameless savior
To much
To soon
To close to call
You're so high up
You have to fall

Baby dolls
Uneaten dinners
A past that's ridden
With clueless winners
It's wrong
It's right
It's left unspoken
Mend it quick
Before it all gets broken

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