Writing You and Me Honey, We're God's Complex [PG-M]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="Olive"]I've decided to vent some anger by writting poetry. I like to send messages mixed with my lyrics. So if you understand them, feel free to point their meanings out. I'd love to see what OB thinks of my works yet again. Now I'm not really angry, but it's jsut I'm pissed at theworld right now, I'd like to get the grief off my chest.[/COLOR]

[CENTER][COLOR="Olive"][COLOR="DarkOliveGreen"][B][U]Presidential Residential[/U][/B][/COLOR]

His piano plays the song of plotics.
Now bring me the hammer, so I may smash that damned liberal sound.
Guitarist plays the hated, like a drummer that smashes face.
Kill the terror singer already,
stop complaining that your men find play the right fret's.

Fueled by the fuel,
that sparked the fire to our side.
Our body bent and broken, but nothing to pay for the healing.
So what are we to do know?
Smash the booth upside our heads?

The riffs of all that vetoed, make the chords of appeal seem irrelevant.
Now we must find the bassist the one that completes the man.
Now we must come to a decision, wheter to give or beg.
Are we asured we will awake again?
Or will we fall atomic, by heat that goes to bed?

Does the king truly feel pretentious, or is he a fool to be left for dead?
Tell me your reasons, and debate the answers to the stands.
Why not conserve our saftey, and let them kill themselves.
Tis land is falling faster, than that other among the 7.
But there's still peace inside the oceans, and the hurricanes in our heads.[/COLOR][/CENTER]

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]My interpretation is that the metal thread has left you in despair. Which is both adorable and hilarious. [/COLOR]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="olive"]No, I'm fed up with government.

[QUOTE][COLOR="Olive"]His piano plays the song of [B]polotics[/B].
Now bring me the hammer, so I may smash that damned [B]liberal [/B]sound.
Guitarist plays the hated, like a drummer that smashes face.
[B]Kill the terror singer already[/B],
[B]stop complaining that your men find play the right fret's.[/B]

[B]Fueled by the fuel,[/B]
that sparked the fire to our side.
Our body bent and broken, [B]but nothing to pay for the healing.[/B]
So what are we to do know?
[B]Smash the booth [/B]upside our heads?

The riffs of all that [B]vetoed[/B], make the chords of [B]appeal [/B]seem irrelevant.
Now we must find the [B]bassist, the one that completes[/B] the man.
Now we must come to a decision, wheter to give or beg.
Are we asured we will awake again?
[B]Or will we fall atomic, by heat that goes to bed? [/B]

[B]Does the king truly feel pretentious, or is he a fool to be left for dead?[/B]
Tell me your reasons, and [B]debate [/B]the answers to the stands.
Why not [B]conserve [/B]our saftey, and let them kill themselves.
This land is falling faster, than that other among the 7.
But there's still peace inside the oceans, and the hurricanes in our heads.[/COLOR][/QUOTE]

When I wrote "Kill the terror singer already", I was reffering to Bin Laden and how I'm fed up wtih the bastard. The following line explains the pain others feel when his last hiding place proved empty. "Smash the booth upside our heads" was reffering to election and how we can't seem to get the right man anymore.

"Bassist, the one that completes the man" was reffering to Dick Chaney, becasue he's Vice-president. "Or will we fall atomic, by heat that goes to bed?'' is reffering to Atomic weapons. And "Does the king truly feel pretentious, or is he a fool to be left for dead?" is reffering to te president. It asks if he's good or if he's a fool who's political standpoint died dduring his last couple of years as president. The other bold words are terms used in polotics.

Whew, I'm done for now. >_>[/COLOR]

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]polotics is not a word. That made it confusing. Plus the fact that your political views and my do not even remotely coincide.[/COLOR]