Fuck Y'all

Lyrics by Tambria and my Vacation Facebook Wall
Music by ?

Intro: Okay, so I said I would write my first lyrics for a song. I hope not to offend (too much) Y'all wrote it for me.

Verse I
> climbing ten flights up
> to the lowest feeling
> death play list
> for my head to be reeling
> pigeon headed ladies
> scattering their crumbs
> hoping for a wind storm
> or a hurricane to come

Verse II
> walking down State St.
> unlocked cell phone
> This is 'merica
> nursing at the drone
> hammer-wielding children
> don't lock their doors
> our goal is to stop politicians
> from being doctors

Chorus / Hook
> I'll go to my place, you go to yours
> If I ask, can I be your flower girl
> I wish we had been friends back in the day
> Mama wash this scent from me

Verse III
> texting while driving
> obstructionist jackass
> Obama's coming for your guns
> with soldiers and tear gas
> members of the union
> into mismanagement delve
> Joker and Harley
> murdered cops then selves

Verse IV
> Going out for beers
> with all my favorite peeps
> Happy wags his tail
> Even when he sleeps
> Vacation almost over
> Who ya gonna call?
> That's the end of my lyrics
> fuck y'all

Chorus / Hook
> I'll go to my place, you go to yours
> If I ask can I be your flower girl
> I wish we had been friends back in the day
> Mama wash this scent from me

Bridge
> It doesn't have to make sense
> I really have to pee
> Drop the jaw
> Drop the jaw

Freedom Was

Freedom was a hot house flower

desperate to wrap and twine,

to have the sun caress her petals

into sweet blushes like red wine.

“Send me springtime's woven blanket

of green lawns and amber stones,

I should be wearing sky's azure wrapping

feel dawn's kiss upon this rose.

My coffee-colored roots

mourn the dance within the earth,

petals flirting with a meadowlark

bullfrogs singing out their mirth”

Standing silently beside her

long-stem roses nodded in a row

they shared the wish of Freedom,

their natural right to grow.

Greed, he was in business,

he bought the roses for silver pence,

he sliced them down together,

stripped each one of her defense.

Freedom tossed and bunched with others

in a monochromatic jam,

stuck in poisoned water casings, chilled in boxes,

she was damned

Hot house delicate & exotic,

once proudly standing, now torn down,

Freedom cried to Zephyr's melody

under rain's percussive window sound.

“Oh nature's daughters I warn you,

work hard to wrap and twine,

or you too will be transplanted

to the 1-800 assembly line.

For greed will take your measure,

Silver coin pass hand to hand,

clippers they will cut you,

to be bunched in Greed's firm hands.”