Abstract Lyrical Plagiaristic Poetry

Everybody's knows that the dice are loaded. Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows that the good guys lost.
Everybody knows that the fight was fixed. The poor stay poor, the rich get rich, and that's how it goes, everybody knows...
I know, I've got to let it go, and just enjoy the show
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Stuttering. Cold and damp. Steal the warm wind tired friend. Times are gone for honest men, and sometimes far too long for snakes.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. Nothing, and that's all that he left me. Feeling good was easy when he sang the blues, and feeling good was good enough for me.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I've seen so many things I aint never seen before. Don't know what it is I don't want to see no more. Mamma told me not to come, she said, that ain't the way to have fun.
Is something wrong, she said. Of course there is. Your still alive she said. Don't I deserve to be?
What we have here is a failure to communicate...
I just want you to know that I don't hate you anymore. There is nothing I could say, that I haven't said before.