Once upon a time
In a land called…. NOW There’s a story About the ox and the plow Where the ox just trots on top of the rocks And doesn’t stop to watch the clock Or to monitor the crop And how the plow Keeps digging down, underground Wandering around, wondering how we allowed a bully and coward To tweet from the top of a golden tower And how a pow wow of cowboys can allow bomb showers to rain on the world’s most beautiful flowers by the hour I will never scowl about a crowd that shouts aloud about the misuse of power But I do frown down upon clowns only making sounds and not helping out Think Outside The box The ox Is just an ox And the plow… Is the power We all despise the crimes and lies that have defined our lives But despite the plight |
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