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FOR THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE, OF THE PEOPLE

found gold in the trash bin, did you
rubbed it in your hair and the girl scouts all came and sang
good boy
they'll be sending down a limo for you
any second now
i heard screams in the bleachers
couldn't see who was actually doing all that screaming
but they sure sounded honest
and honesty is still i guess someone's best policy
not necessarily them running the show
but just who in the hell is running the show anyhow these days
i got my ticket stub torn at the door
but i don't see any action as of yet
maybe i need to jump up on stage and start the ball bopping
i hear if you try and go on stage by yourself
that armed guards will escort you somewhere bad
frankly, if i wind up having to go somewhere bad
i want to go by myself
i don't want any chaperones
seems almost anywhere you turn these days
the potential for going bad is alive and strong
no guarantees
you just got to hold onto your essence
connect up with what you really are
no time for savvy lingo and glib verbals
the wolves are slipping down from the mesa
they got state of the art teeth
they don't have to get up early in the morning
 
                            ---Scott Wannberg

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