I'm just a tool for the New World Order, I dangle from a string at my masters' word, Puppet I, sad to say, strings a-jerkin', it's that old Wizard Oz, behind the curtain...some day maybe, I'll realize, I'm just a puppet, and that's for certain...

Puppets, puppets everywhere, and not a Pat(riot) in sight, Patsy's, patsy's take the fall, shadow's rule the night, corrupt they are, to the bone, sold their country,though oath was sworn, they'll soon all pay a hefty price, when we the people give them strife, the Hangman's rope shall soon there be, 'round pencil-necks, our Republic free...

Restore the Republic, end the Fed Trick, kick the dogs out, raise a loud shout, get mad as hell, ring the bell, put fear in their heart, screw Wal-Mart, all is not well, get out of your shell, prepare the gallow, dig the grave shallow, drop traitors in, empty trash bin, patriotic resistance, no choice in this instance, don't tolerate abuse, end the ruse, we've all grown weary, of endless tyranny, of this we're sick, RESTORE THE REPUBLIC.

GRIM REAPER DEFIED

Four times, nay, five it's true, Grim Reaper I defied.
The first was when down Hollywood streets I flew at Ninety five.
Averting wheel, I turned it fast
and struck my head on window's glass,
Past throngs of people truly shocked
flew that beast 'pon concrete knocked.
Down busy street, flying fast
a dangerous stunt indeed, was that.
The throttle stuck in engine was,
no way to slow the car for us.
Tires smoking, came we to rest,
wrapped 'round a pole, the car a mess.
Unscathed I walked away that day,
no loss of life from traffic fray.
The second time at Hollywood High
in mortal combat was engaged.
The numbers vast against we five
'gainst fifty dark, we dared to strive.
Of warriors spirit we bid partake,
in wild Skirmish near the gate.
Five of us, each 'compassed by eight.
Surrounded were we, as in a cage,
Our four went down, as they did rage,
was left  to fend 'gainst numbers great,
as entered I Berserker's State.
Kept my back 'gainst fence awhile,
inflicting hurt on them, with style.
Like Tiger, fought for life and limb,
but did succumb to foreplanned whim.

As blow to neck I recieved just then, 
'pon the pavement fell I then.

Pon my knees I still remained, and sent my elbow 'nto a groin...

Round house to my face then got...

as Ronney's friend did get revenge...

though brief it was, a mere few minutes

'fore got myself up and left the premise...

Three hundred folk did watch that fray
above the bleachers that fateful day.
I wakened shortly upon a space
and walked away from that place.
The third time with that Warrior Dan
who of that Tribe is not
To Park at midnight we wandered there
and found a peaceful spot.
A group of thirty Mexicans there
Mariachi's vaunted, caught unaware.
As off they strolled to yonder car
to gather weapons from afar
Back they sauntered, steel in hand
surrounded us, we took a stand
Our lives at risk no doubt we thought
as peace a thing they wanted not
Thirty strong, cowardly odds agreed
misfortune ours, they smoking weed.
Valiantly stepped up their Leader brave
and said to me "it's strife we crave"
Your Jacket or your life" he says
As I look him in boldly in the face
I pondered his very bold request
should we venture upon this quest
I pondered hard upon our plight
at this request some may take flight
A costly gift was given me, this Leather Coat so fine
bequeathed to me by Grandpa good, on my Mother's side.
These thoughts indeed did cross my mind
when A Crowbar choked me from behind
My neck was tugged, I grabbed it fast
I jerked that weapon from his grasp
I stood now with that cold hard Steel
my wish to strike at them, to kill
But Prudence gained the final say
as my fine Coat I gave away.
The next time was when commerce sought
where in O.C. a car I bought
A Peugot fine it was, I deemed
as off the lot I drove that eve.
I headed for a fueling place,
and gassed the tank up full
Then into car I quickly got
and drove off slowly, aware of naught
when suddenly I heard a fearsome noise
'twas tension from the gas pump hose
Rocket-like that hard steel crashed
through window into my skull it smashed
A painful impact, 'twas just fate
as blood poured from my rock-hard pate.
Glass lodged in wound, it's true, was found
The gash quite deep, my skull did pound
Strange indeed this thing, forsooth
though death again I did repulse.
The last, and hopeful final time
was early June about evening time
Upon Steel Horse I did betake
to head to Gym, a work-out make
Flew like the wind round corner, that
machine and I, marked for thirty flat
Played carelessly that day, it's true
Lifes not a game, I greatly rue
At fifty five I pumped the brake
no time to turn, 'twas just too late
Fishtailed it did, that sturdy bike
as I crashed, with blackened sight.
To curb I flew, no sound of course
'cept my flesh crashing, 'gainst stronger force.
No time to think just blackness now
just time to speak a Name, not loud
to Him who reads the silent words
Lord I said, indeed you're true .
As up I stood up a ragged mess
though stand I did, God did bless
My life anew he granted me
Nine lives I've not, it's Destiny.
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