Searching
I find myself searching searching for a stage to release my rage but the doors are shut, nailed tight, whether by fear or ignorance they won't let me in to speak the words that must be said to raise the dead headed fox news junkies that veg out in front of their tube thinking that astro lube is the answer to lifes problems to understand that their life has more meaning than that Maybe its me, I can't see the sense in SUV's ATV's or all that other s___ that numbs the mind with adrenal spikes and turns their minds to think that american idol has any meaning whatsoever I grew up in an age when heroes were real they didnt look for a paycheck they played their game for the game I could get behind that Clemente was my hero, not because he had a six figure salary like the prima donnas of today because he gave his all - for the game was he a sucker, a dupe, did the owners get over on him or was he the spirit of competition sent here to inspire He was real to me So my quest goes on, searching for purity, efforts that say, its not about the money its about the game

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