Don’t Tell Me Stories Of The Righteous

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Don’t tell me stories of the righteous
I don’t want to hear of infatuated glories
My hope dwindles & my cynicism rebounds
Whenever your lips utter their sponsored stories
I’ll let you rule the ruins of dilapidated society
Your politicians ran amok, forcing common core math
I’ll retire into the wilderness to write my manifesto
Be forewarned; if you harm my loves, you’ll feel my wrath

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I’ve Been Studying Your Rules

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I’ve been studying your rules
So I can break them to bits
I still don’t call myself a poet
But I always appreciated your tits
Your other toys have fancy degrees
Me -only a Velveteen soul that’s real
It’s battered, but not forever bitter
Just want to feel you again in the red heels