You can’t grow roses in cement

If you’re looking for justice, just turn away,
somewhere, there must be a better game to play;
like an egg salad sandwich left outside to rot,
the have-nots languish
in a hopeless state of anguish.

Try to greet the day with smiles,
yeah, it really is a chore,
is there food to feed the children?
Not today, not no more.
enough schools to teach the children?
Not today, not no more.

The sun never seems to shine
in this lonely jail of mine,
but there’s no reason to lament,
you can’t grow roses in cement,
no, you can’t grow roses in cement…

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Atticus Finch: If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. – To Kill a Mockingbird

Caligula, Driving down I-95, At midnight

Like a Mack truck doing ninety on the interstate
my blood races
I’m trapped between the moon and sun
Clever cadaver it just doesn’t matter
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
Scrinching my guitar string too tight
I know will never come
My head spinning like a flipped penny

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…

Why?

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
Like a Mack truck doing ninety on the interstate
my blood races
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
Clever cadaver it just doesn’t matter
I know will never come
My head spinning like a flipped penny

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…

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“Before all there is the question as to the meaning of the dream, a question which is in itself double-sided. There is, firstly, the psychical significance of the dream, its position with regard to the psychical processes, as to a possible biological function; secondly, has the dream a meaning—can sense be made of each single dream as of other mental syntheses?” ― Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams

Foxes have holes

Foxes have holes, and birds have their nests,
I’m pretty sure we all know the rest;
conquering hero, our very own Nero,
fire and blood all over the place.
Did she deserve it?
what do you think…
Your stink covers multiple sins,
you cheated your way to multiple wins,
millions of victims all over the place.
We all bow down
to the king on his throne,
throwing lightning bolts at his beloved.
But what about our beloved?
what do you think…
Foxes have holes, and birds have their nests,
I’m pretty sure we all know the rest…

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“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.” – Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea