400 Channles of Thought

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All this can be yours for the low price of
Selling my soul to pop
Fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
To be secure and hip
Hop you don’t stop
To think how choices affect
The price of gas is on the rise
Up against those holding me down
For the fourth week signaling economic depression
Looms like a dark cloud over my psyche
Friends network well illuminate your future
Troubles haunt my dreams
Sleep mattress guaranteed to help
Myself out of this deep
Sea exploration is made possible
Source of clarity is not pharmaceutical
Companies accused of withholding drugs
Cloud my mind and numb my pain
Free in minutes with this amazing new
Life for myself.

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
False promises

Stop-gap measures, temporary fixes, all designed to lull and deceive ~ Where - what is the future?

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