Post by adml13v on Oct 17, 2005 19:16:28 GMT -5
Fame
The liberty of man has fallen again.
Filth without poverty tumbles down the staircase
Losing richness.
Those lyrical, those dramatical
Gawked at with wide envied eyes.
Oh, Mother of Fault this we cannot be!
Happiness never darkens pity.
Though happiness casts many shadows my friend
Which, lurk freely in the sun.
Indecent exposure we find coarse,
For dollars as dreams you never have dreamt.
They prance their trendy clad bodies
For the the fat lady in the red blood velvet stockings,
And syndicated television mockings.
Magazines on the side of the bathroom wall
You read as you drool, piss, and nuts on the nutster.
We all fall down, let the poor be bitter.
For one day famous I be, may I be?
They are this and that is what I seek.
Zippered boots with a crouchless peek,
Ameretto alcoholic of 85 proof,
Can't handle this life I fall from my roof.
I am a outcast; I live in the deep.
Pay day and an empty matinee,
The rich get richer and no one minds.
Buy your company, buy your job,
Welfare's in style, I stand in line.
I am sick, I am blind, I walk with pain,
I made a change, I may change my name.
On CNN 10 O'clock PM, murder victim trial,
My story, my style.
This I become, this I became,
In for the glory, in for the game.
They made me poor, they raped me rich,
I am all but alive,
DEAD, in a ditch.
Fame.
Brandon Michael Sheetz
The liberty of man has fallen again.
Filth without poverty tumbles down the staircase
Losing richness.
Those lyrical, those dramatical
Gawked at with wide envied eyes.
Oh, Mother of Fault this we cannot be!
Happiness never darkens pity.
Though happiness casts many shadows my friend
Which, lurk freely in the sun.
Indecent exposure we find coarse,
For dollars as dreams you never have dreamt.
They prance their trendy clad bodies
For the the fat lady in the red blood velvet stockings,
And syndicated television mockings.
Magazines on the side of the bathroom wall
You read as you drool, piss, and nuts on the nutster.
We all fall down, let the poor be bitter.
For one day famous I be, may I be?
They are this and that is what I seek.
Zippered boots with a crouchless peek,
Ameretto alcoholic of 85 proof,
Can't handle this life I fall from my roof.
I am a outcast; I live in the deep.
Pay day and an empty matinee,
The rich get richer and no one minds.
Buy your company, buy your job,
Welfare's in style, I stand in line.
I am sick, I am blind, I walk with pain,
I made a change, I may change my name.
On CNN 10 O'clock PM, murder victim trial,
My story, my style.
This I become, this I became,
In for the glory, in for the game.
They made me poor, they raped me rich,
I am all but alive,
DEAD, in a ditch.
Fame.
Brandon Michael Sheetz