Poem: Censorship Quips…

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We struggle cause we can't see that life's easy

We're just pawns searching for some kind of meaning
 
Often find myself staring up at the ceiling

With thoughts of how in our everyday dealings we lack true passion and feeling

And this is most unappealing

So let’s fess up…we messed up

And now someone has to step up and help us fix the barbaric ways within us

Some days I feel super trill like Uma in Kill Bill

And others I feel real ill-equipped to deal

With the vicious villains that the world's continents invent to silence my instrument

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Don’t they know that from it I spit the highest sentiments of love, courtesy of my crown chakra up above?

When it's activated, one is able to deflect the hate and manifest the love

I'm fated to obtain the greatest state of consciousness while chiefin’ bud

Then show the bloke next to me

How to croak properly

So he never receives another body...