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A Wide Age of Separation
We've all seen the feelings here
To which all tend to come and go
Upon their exit they bare it all
Laugh so deep without the O's to know
The scratches here can take off years
Without a staple left to keep in check
The sick and sorry bellow wide
While the cheer and cheery move on set
And by all means they are complete
Without one charter to convene
They live on gold with silver lines
And lose their change to lesser kind
It's all in the clutches of the fifty men
Who stand on platforms and defend
Their shields of waste and sludge alike
Will grind to handles in due time
Defeat will come and sully forth
To liberalize the public court
And arrogance will guarantee
That the blame will rest with you and me
And past all have and all we give
We'll remove our limbs and turn them in
After which we'll walk on through
And convince ourselves it's all for truth.
