Change The Pace

Why is it so wrong to cut against the grain,
Why must our restrainsts cause so keep us to refrain?
I want to make refromation and complete change
But with so many shades of black and grey, in this neverending range.

We wait around for the light to turn that color green,
No more laying back. No more head-to-pillow screams.
I'm tired of being crushed and put aside for nul-set-void.:
I just want my hands to push into the annoyed.

They say an enemy corpse always smells so sweet.
Is this why you smell like flowers to me?
You've been sick and tired of this place.
So why not take it out our whole race?

by Joe Low

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