Oh for the great misunderstood,
if only they would could should,
but they are misunderstood,
so they can’t.
And that is the dilemma,
which is the dilemma,
of the great sedate,
misunderstood.
Oh
Yes if
You could
Read my lips
Interpret posture
Share others views
Speak their language
Go by the masks they wear
Or mask the face so you could
Face them unflinching until they blink
Go forward not back to the starting point
The place most call it home and throw the dice
Again if land on chance, but be aware of Jail if you
Miss that point and pay a fine to get out if got bread
And then money becomes honey everybody loves Except a few hangars on until the honey is gone
Even they abandon ship, the fool’s ship tidky
Much loaded on the lower steer, and work
Hard for you faire, who waits and waits
Medusas anger not echo, through
Labarynthan decks asunder
Pissoirs for slave folk
Purges and wash
Boards riib
Rub Dub
Hump
Ty
D
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