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A
word from our sponsors
This poem is sponsored by terrorists
Keeping the peaceful hidden in mists.
This poem is sponsored by treachery,
Cause I smoke weed, the cops are a fetchin’
me.
This poem is sponsored by drug abuse,
Which gives to so many a working use.
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Defence of the realm its true mission.
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Which keeps a good flat a much better mess.
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If you find it please tell me where it is.
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Who make sure it’s not them the tax man hurts.
This poem is sponsored by a real fucking need,
To explain my disgust at the treatment of weed.
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This place of adventure they call Nottingham.
This poem is sponsored by “reality TV”,
The morbid obsession with just being me.
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And the long lost solution of using protractors.
This poem is sponsored by a childrens charity
But they pay for the pictures that you and I
see.
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Whose popularity rating must have hit zero.
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Their children grow bored as they devote all
their time.
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Who always has plenty of problems in tow.
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nudge.
Or maybe I put too much weed in the fudge.
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The casualty toll confirms hypnotic powers.
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Whose desire for truth can hardly impress.
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And the failure of the people to desire to
impeach.
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Twisting the wrist to watch big rubber burn.
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The equivalent in morality has to be rude.
This poem is sponsored by racial equality,
And the hope that we all be the best that we can
be.
Dhan 10.07.02. |
