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Polyester Dream

DissidentDissident Posts: 8
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Polyester Dream

I see - I was blind
Don't know - what I know
Don't believe - what I see
What I need - it's so hard to feel

I dream my dream of polyester,
don't mind I am like this
I need so little ,I don't want much
find it there, so help me please!

I do - what I can't
I have - what I've lost
Doesn't matter if I lose
'cause I never had a chance to choose...

I dream my dream of polyester,
don't mind I am like this
I need so little ,I don't want much
find it there, so help me please!

_______________________________

This is a poem about a lot of people I know,
people I see every day. Ignorent people.
People happy in their mysery. People not
knowing what life realy is. I feel sorry for them.
They are blind. TV is not a window to the world!
The less you know, the happier you are.
Fuck that! I wanna know the truth. I'm not dreaming
a polyester dream! I'm fuckin' alive! Fuck you!
Burn the flag! Peace! Love!
Stain Stan
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Comments

  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Seriously, i am with you dude. I love that poem.
    The world is willing to take less arent' they?

    Why would you wear a fabric or society that doesn't breath with you dude? Our world is changing. I have hope for it still because we can fight the fabric manufactures of the world. BRING BACK HEMP!!!!

    Run! tAKE MY HAND

    hERE comes the POLY eSTher Man!

    I have lots of reading material in bathroom.

    On top of my "Rot" book, lies the worlds best underwear store.
    All cotton/organic/non bleached off white undies and bras....

    VICTORIA SECRET is a skam. SHAM. scam.

    You might look good honey, but ya might spontaneously combust next that fire with all that polyesther.

    White tighties all the way!!!!

    LET RADAR wear the pink poly panties

    The rest of o
  • DissidentDissident Posts: 8
    It's about people waking up, going to work, coming back from work, eating and going to bed... and they call themselves happy. Watching commercials on TV, their kidz watchin' MTV ( Empty V ), and going to holiday once a year. Eating, wearing, breathing
    what will destroy them. Listen to Dead Kennedys! They can explain this better than me.
    Stain Stan
  • loveandrew-woodloveandrew-wood Posts: 131
    help me im running
    out of air
    mind so simple
    looking back
    at the footprints
    the footprints
    always there

    hang on my wall
    out the door when
    i grow
    the stronger i get
    the more that i know
    there always there
    when i leave me
    they remain clear
    always there
    in the emptiness
    of my soul
    always there
    always clear
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