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We are all subjected to crap
Peace in your world means peace in mine
But their standards are evil,
they must keep us divided
To remain in power over us
And in control
And reaping rewards for themselves
Combustible, all of it
so we have outlets,
playing in a chain gang orchestra that is
Unto each, a finale
A chance meeting, a meal, a conversation or two later,
Banding together to fight senseless crime,
insults and saliva spewed in public places,
embarassing every ear that has a hearer...
Not what life once was... is it?
were we, anyway?
is life but what we make of it?
I have no answers, only questions...
Is A Hot Rod
Divided Is Conquered
All In Good Time
Hot Rod Charlie
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|Build new cities in the wilderness,
the only real sign of any so-called progress. Invent a new approach,
accessible on a grass roots level. Addicted to the gridnet, we
are paralyzed without our cyber sites. So we stare into the eyes of the
oncoming beast of our own making...