Thursday, January 24, 2008

ode to my Japanese cultured leader you see

who's vast knowledge and wisdom appeal
appeal to my very existence of the wrong
and to my every being to defend
from every fibre of my soul to be strong
to the two delicate drum in my ear
it obviously appeal me to tears
oh my (clasp my mouth)

ode to my Japanese cultured leader you see

for he had made it evident that my ears can weep
that bad leadership reeks
like left over coffee or roadkill or both on every other week
it stings as it stinks pulling string was what he taught
ironic how defiant the japanese were to not pull anything
and to forget and forgive on why they had fought
they had maybe taught him well
how cultured he must be
to see and yet not see
the art of zen on a nucleared bomb bee

ode to my Japanese cultured leader you see

oh my i must be disillusioning my own mind
he had nucleared me as well
oh how great the wonder of genetics and time must be
to form a murderer of mind
but leads like a 5 letter private part that starts with a "p"
out of wedlock he had to be
no love there as anyone can see
to bad for me
i had never like sake and sushi ironically

ode to my Japanese cultured leader you see

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