Production Line

Production Line

Freakishly laid and slapped together in time;

Left with no real love, standard protocol was rhythm and rhyme.

Parents all dying, leaving their children to moan and wale,

While they are left to the ocean in a leaky boat with no sail.

There is hope in sanity if you are given the right gene

For all the rest of us, sanity is scarcely ever seen.

Pharmaceutical companies dispensing hope in their placebos,

Or get hooked on Meth and Crack and join all the hobos

Take my hand, marry me today, and let’s join each other forever.

But today forever means nothing to us, a divorce will quickly sever.

My generation has no love for anyone else it seems,

The majority in love are really stuck in lust filled dreams.

Some of my people fool themselves into believing it will last,

But sooner than later the lust wears down and their partner looses class.

Because in this day and time love only evolves into hate

And it seems lately that everything has ended in this fate

Between religion and guns I don’t know about this verse,

I do know that the end of both is basically a hearse.

Religion tells us death is really just our start,

Then should we consider birth a single momentary fart?

The NRA continues yelling that only people are killing people,

I guess that some consider guns religion’s only equal

So whether you believe in God or the AK-47,

either one will eventually provide your single way to heaven.