my beard
a community of democracy without all the hypocracy
a festivity of harmony, equality not bigotry, sympathy not apathy,
and simple genorosity will end this planets poverty.
you do not know the intricacy of what I see
a land without myths
a land without legends
is a sea of blasphemy
with no diety, there can be no prosperity
G-O-D
replace the "T" for the "D"
and you got G-O-T
some pronounce it, "Go-tee"
my beard

1 Comments:
I love this poem! the second you walked on stage (on premium blend) my first thought was "wow i love his beard..." irony.
well, this was certainly worth the 30 seconds it took to look you up.
im off to read more, toodles!
~Cherry
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