Posterity:
Turn now, ask your children the question: Would they like another election? Vote for love, peace and an insurrection. Posterity is those that we do it for. There's a World coming that's done with physical war. Let's talk it out and argue. Spread the wealth, take it from the pockets of a surreptitious few. Like a cooking pot, we stir emotions within each other, so that our insides do not rot. Your outsides are inalterable, so don't make your insides intolerable. Kneel at the alter, so that you stay focused and do not falter. Let's put aside some space for time to continue in the space-time continuum.
Food Banks:
I can't pay for those shoes. How about I do two hours work? Start your own mini revolution. The spoon scrapes the bowl, they'd eat the pattern if they could. How about I donate some food? Start your own mini revolution. It's a sorry state, in more ways than one. I've been told I'd be arrested if I fed another pigeon. I've been told I'd be arrested if I pegged my tent to the ground. I've been told I'd be arrested, but how? It's my liberties that are being molested, all in the name of law. If there's a law for that, then I'm throwing in my hat. I don't want to be a part of that no more. Start your own mini revolution.
Greece:
As I wandered the roads of Rhodes, of which there's loads, I suddenly got inspired by the philosophers of old and began cracking some codes. Before I had chance to finish my puzzle, a volcano explodes. On then I went to Athens, where I could actually continue my puzzle, as it so happens. Not for long, though, as it seems that I was on to something, and that I was being chased by a band of assassins. So on I went to Larissa, where I met a girl so fine that I just wanted to kiss her. We spent 3 wonderful days together, and now that I'm home writing this, I realise how much I miss her. Melissa was her name, a face so fine that you could never write words to diss her. My final stop was Thessaloniki, a place I thought was creepy. It could have just been me though, all this travelling around had made me sleepy. And so comes to cease my piece on Greece. Peace.
Mrs Nature:
I see a hoot hoot but I ain't smoked a zoot zoot. I am high on life, married to Mrs Nature, yes she is my wife. She's got the stars in her eyes, coincidences are her presents, no don't be surprised. Because she's in control, she knows what we want. She takes away my pain, when she makes it rain, she lets it fall from the sky. If you don't get wet once in a while how can you appreciate being dry? No rain, no gain. You see, it's just the small things, watch a wounded owl fly off and listen to it sing.
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