posted on Jul, 11 2010 @ 12:05 PM
This is a verse that I wrote, I would call it a poem but it has no real structure and only seems to flow in my own head. Either way I hope you enjoy
it, it's about life as we know and if it's really what it's meant to be.
Maybe we shouldn’t accept the things we’re told to believe,
Perhaps extra tax is why MP’s say to go green,
Maybe just maybe the world is not how we see it,
It’s possible there are lies, secrets and beings.
Is it really the sun that gives us skin cancer?
Maybe the lotions we apply hold the answer.
Maybe it’s the media that makes kids anorexic,
Or the food they digest, as toxic as Corexit.
That’s the chemical they use so the oil can disperse,
But maybe this would simply make matters worse,
Maybe it’d cost less for people to die,
Re-housing is expensive and takes a lot of time.
Are diseases we read about actually man made?
Maybe it’s preservatives that send us to our grave.
Can we really trust history to tell us who we are?
Maybe our origins float amongst the stars.
I wonder if the insulin they’re putting in is killing him,
Maybe the illness was meant to be the cure,
Do you really know what’s in your food when you’re grilling it?
Maybe you should think about chemicals some more,
Surely fast food should be against the law?
They say old age and stress send us mad,
But maybe it’s the fluid that is flowing out the tap.
Paranoia's something that I know I haven’t got,
Maybe I am right; I hope that I am not.
EDIT: No idea why the whole front page is taken up with BP Oil Leak sticky's, seems a bit much to be honest. Anyway I doubt this will get read
amongst the dark sea of BBOT topics. If you do happen to read it please let me know your criticism.
[edit on 11-7-2010 by Scope and a Beam]