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Post by lorenwade on Nov 21, 2006 13:36:53 GMT -5
Your ambition has nominated you for best intuition Here's your reward... A wish brought to you by our sponsors Became a televised rejection of our author
Thank you reject.
You were caught on tape, bleeding like a zombie, dead-handed, killing the system with your mind Smile for the camera, you're a fashion of the blind
We are the film crew Making mockery of your walk Making mockery of your talk We march blindly with our eyes in hand Making foolish gestures, bending as we stand
You never dreamed of being a zombie, but we like you better that way Coming to a theater near you, a Pollyanna picture of your face
We have written a fake movie with our lives Every scene denies the truth we profess Dubbing new lines onto the tape reel To fake everything we believe is real
So then, who is our director? We have no choice but to answer Who is the director of this picture?
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