Well, yes we need coincidence
or maybe half a chance.
And to this modern music you can really dance...
But have you seen the news today?
Well, you should take a glance....

4 Oswalds, and not a clue!

So now i am forgetful
past attention to the trance.
And I don't think I'm paranoid
to sleep inside my pants...

Well, I thought it was a good plan,
but I guess they got the wrong man!

4 Oswalds, and not a clue.

So in this age of fiberglass
you should hear this too...
'cause it subverted from the FBI
all the way to HEW...

So, you can bet on counterfiet,
but I know what to do...
Pray y'all...!

4 Oswalds, and not a clue!

very nice work,
i liked it alot

Thanx...

I find that poetry is a good medium for me.

I can be very expressive...

We'll make them our way
or make them sorry,
they ever thought
they'd be a part...
Yes, they will utter
and never stutter,
and they will always be on time...
And if they misstep
they'll be arrested
for ignorance of the law...

It was a brainwashing,
a sure sloshing,
and now we know they have no sense...

We'll change their words,
turn nouns to verbs,
then they won't know
the high from low...

It was a brainwashing,
a sure sloshing,
and now we know they have no sense...

Yes,they were right,
and we were wrong...
so they must pay recompense.

Well, it's kinda slow
still steady paced,
but dying will live out,

And when it seems
your'e at your end,
still you've got one friend...

Up from the eather,
Up from the eather,
Up from the eather...
Ha, ha... again.

So when I call you
I will want you,
and then you won't be lonely...

'Cause there's only one thing
that I want...
And that's your s'lonely...

Up from the eather,
Up from the eather,
Up from the eather...
Ha, ha...again.

Poetry is strange, some ryhmes, some don't, some is long, some is short. But very nice with what you have.

Thanks for the feedback....

Maybe you'll like this one...

" untitled"


Well, it seemed like kinda "down south",
the kind that I can do without...
They're playing all your songs ,you know...
You are listening to the Devil's radio.

I want the freedom to be myself.
I don't want to have to lie to friends.
When down to the corner with nothing left,
I can't rely on the world of man.

I can 'feel" what is happening all around,
and I admit it sometimes gets me down.
So like looking for sunlight in a sky of clouds,
(just) what I see sometimes makes me laugh out loud.

There is something I'm watching out the corner of my eye,
but I think it's never gonna make me cry.

[edit on 8-5-2005 by cosmokatt7]

[edit on 8-5-2005 by cosmokatt7]