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Little Do They Know
Bolt loose and ever fashioned
Hold it all together for a few
Grinding to the vision and the times
Conscious and aware for the brief
Seeing simply is too fleeting
Granted beyond the blind or deaf
See Spot stay statuesque
See time fly straight by him
All too descriptive for the like
Ideals ripped from the headlines
Stacking with spur and fury
A faster speed to travel and relieve
He who be and sits to state the obvious
Salute and promote for assured success
Bake twice nightly and freshly season mace
Shave away the troubles with a can of baking soda
Styrofoam and at a wild lack for insight
You're breaking up without following through
Grey areas shine on through for me and beyond you
Sadly the chapter has closed and the story goes on
At home plate with a taste for splinters and blood
Tapping the ground to gesture an oncoming storm
What no one can tell and what you intend
Is that whoever scores big first, gets a face full of lead
And that's how it all went down.
