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Ya Know I Think It’s Fair To Say... That PUPPETS Reign The World TODAY... !!! From Heads of State To Those Making CLAIMS... That They COMMAND The Stage... With WORDPLAY ARRAYS Befitting of... “ A SAGE “... !?!
Mister Compromise Is A STRANGE Old Guy ... ?!? Cos' He's Prone And Known ... To Compromise His Life So That He Can ... SHINE ... !!! And Be The Type Who BUYS A Nice ... " Trophy Wife " ... !!!
I'm SICK Now of Hearing ... This Word ... " Compromise " ... !!!!!
Sorry, I only take white when forcedWhen good ol' SaltedAnd Milk or DarkAre no longer an optionBecause ravenous seekersHave depleted the stockLike junkies chasing the horse...
separation of church and state. Talking heads deliberate. Constipation of the mind. Please hesitate , say something kind.  
The brave never settle, can’t seem to rest. I know this, but I’m resting in a chair sipping the diluted “tea” I paid five dollars for
Oh, the want for greatness is an earnest desire, It’s your life, after all. Passionate people in a divided nation, Of course they don’t want it to fall!   Voice your views! Denounce the enemy!
I traded all my sanity for love.A glance, a test, a terminal mistake;My guilty conscience fits me like a glove.
Manage everything as you have managed up until now
A broken object Can never be truely fixed By pointing fingers.
Democrats hate America while Republicans hate minorities. Democrats despise business while Republican despise facts. Single issues control us, dividing and conquering. Prejudice overtakes us, judging and presuming.
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.   Plastic brains are statistic,
They say "it is better to have loved than to not love at all". I say its better to have severed ties than to compromise.Compromise your joy, your worth. To be with a man who constantly demeans it.
Flames of passion, fire in the soul. Heat of a fashion, that longs to take control. Ice in the veins, cold in the heart. Not truly living, because the beat won't start.
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