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[chi-chi-]

Are you a follower?
Do you lie?
Have you sold your tongue for money?
Do you close the door when you cry?
Do you steal?
Are you real?
Do you like to fight?
And lie about things being alright?
Do you ever think
that you are more than a hooker
Well you know it's alright
As long as you're a looker
Would you sell your body parts?
Would you sell your tongue?
Do you get what I am saying?
Or do you think my poem's dumb
Do you think it's alright
To lie and cuss and fight
When you see someone who looks like you
Or do you say hey and try to be true
Do you hate your own race?
Do you feel out of place?
Do you hate your country?
Do you feel like a monkey?
Do you shine your shoes?
Do you ever get the blues?
Do you ever remember who you are?
Would you wish on a falling star?
Do you see the light?
Or do you get online and try to fight?
Do you use people for money?
And then turn around and call them honey?
Do you believe in prostitution?
Do you wish for revolution?
Who are you anyway?
Who are you trying to be today
When you look in the mirror
And try to catch a glimmer
Are you a lawyer or a banker
Or an English teaching faker
Having seen the light
Would you try to make it right?
Would you earn an honest living
Nothing taken, only giving
But if that's not real world enough
Try to remember before you got so tough
Are you a follower?
Do you lie?
Have you sold your tongue for money?
Do you close the door when you cry?

[writpetition]

Almost all just follow
Hardly any ask why.
Stealing bread's not stealing
But stealing hopes that's stealing.
To fight to set things right
Perhaps, that's alright.
A hooker too must satiate her need
What's one to say about the rich man's greed?
It's hard to sell a body part
But ok to rent more than a heart.
Boneless tongue was never one's
Firing bullets like senseless guns.
To cuss and fight may not be good
But sometimes one needs to cut some wood
For all are essentially just alike
Yet some, they spoil and deserve a spike.
Race is a division made by man
To lord over others when he can.
Countries are earth's parts annexed by men
To continue acts of deep deception.
Shining shoes may hide hurt toes
But it's not the shine that fends off blows.
Blue's a colour all around
Look at the sky and it will be found.
I am nothing, yet 'I' am all
Let the falling star just fall.
Light is seen when I's are open
and when the heart and mind are hopin'.
People create and destroy all wealth
Taking from nature by wicked stealth.
Prostitution is a name man made
To subjugate nature's delightful maid.
I am a writer, teacher, more and less
And in worldly ways in a terrible mess.
I've stopped trying to be any thing
Just living a life, giving, taking.
The mirror tells its own little tale
Something blooming only to pale.
Law, banking all are means to an end
Teaching English a way to time-spend.
Yes, setting things right is all right
but disorder will come with the falling night.
An honest life is to give and take
Not manipulate, not to fake.
The real world's more inside, less outside
But man's vison can't always stay so wide.
Almost all follow,
And I must wait to die.
If my tongue can help buy life called money
Perhaps, life for a while'll be sunny.
I haven't sold my tongue as yet,
The doors are open, my eyes are wet.

[gtidey]

Thats a long poem.