bill nye the science guy

although were the same kind,
we're not always that kind,
we're just trapped in our minds,
tryin to avoid all the mines,
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And her book of poems lulled her to sleep.
The whining, whimpering narratives of nature
and love.
That is not life, she knew, and you do too -
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i'm young but i've lost hope
in they who blindly follow the pope
or walk society's tightrope
and do whatever they're told
...

I don't want to die
with no scars
and no fights
at no bars
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There's a race of men
who don't fit in.
Their souls
can never rest.
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The smell of the factory is exquisite.
The machine rolls on,
infinite.
The clamor of steel,
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On the day they went to the field,
the sun was bright,
and the sky was free from clouds.
And they picked only the ripest,
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His eyes-dark and red-rimmed-
sunk into his head-
belied his intent.
dopesick and devilish, his mind had played tricks,
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I have so many things to say
and im adding more every day
as i look at our earth and the way
people sit and they pray
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lively lovers lurk, loving
lavish lusty lives.
Loneliness looms.
Loners live life low,
...