One part vodka, two parts water and ten glasses later,
I had a question.
How do I function?
Where do I go from this junction?
The band is playing,
I don’t like the words they’re saying,
It’s a ballad, an old song,
Asking why we all just can’t get along,
They know they are wrong,
Their faces are long,
Like they don’t believe a word,
Like they’ve distanced themselves from the herd,
Of brainwashed believers,
Of self serving over achievers,
I stand as a pure example,
Of how the world only lets you sample,
You have to be grown,
Retune your mind,
To a self serving kind of mankind,
Partake in your grind,
And maybe soon you will find,
Despite the vodka,
Beyond the anger,
Your humility is an anchor,
It makes you stranger,
So they call you danger!
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Photo by Boaz Yiftach. Published on 17 November 2010
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