Friday, January 1, 2010

The natives are restless on alcohol.
Making their noises they sound like dogs.
Then cursing and swearing louder than not.
On this new years day theyre a blemish a spot.
If you can be happy why would you choose pain.
Then choose the experience over again.
Shame they cant find what it is that they need.
So from their anger they may be freed.
I know where they come from, where they may go.
I see human evolution in places are slow.
Well I hope that their noises is where it will stop.
So that no-one will have to start the year in a plot.


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