Common Lessons
By winter jazz
Common lessons we must learn One do not break The eternal cocoon that we spin Round our filtered-colored souls With cotton candy and fluffy pink lies Endowed with defensive systems Ready to leap into a shrillingly whine Of thunderous swirl of red multitudes Flashing like angry ants when they were attacked Bite me not, oh wearied traveler With synthetic smiles that flexes its muscles I am but a fellow guerrella Trapped in a forest of dizzy revolution With machines guns so rubbery I could fight anyone, man or roaches And the mannequins that walked on the streets. Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 02:35 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Common lessons we must learn One do not break The eternal cocoon that we spin Round our filtered-colored souls With cotton candy and fluffy pink lies Endowed with defensive systems Ready to leap into a shrillingly whine Of thunderous swirl of red multitudes Flashing like angry ants when they were attacked Bite me not, oh wearied traveler With synthetic smiles that flexes its muscles I am but a fellow guerrella Trapped in a forest of dizzy revolution With machines guns so rubbery I could fight anyone, man or roaches And the mannequins that walked on the streets...."