Fajangle Pie?
Strong, calm, composed demeanor
Could our immaculate image get any cleaner?
Were oh so poised, acting with decoys
Keeping our emotions hidden
Cold hearted, weather ridden
Immersed in this hollow phony life
Striving for our best in strife
Where masses praise a superstition
God's will,imaginary intuition
That's the human condition?
Goofy monkeys!
Silly chimps can't catch a glimpse
Self proclaimed intelligent species?
The End
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Fajangle Pie?, which
was posted on Mar 6, 2011 by
PsychedelicFlowers.
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"My twisted sense of humour?"
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