Braden's Poetry

The fruits ripen on the grapevine
Fruits of knowledge so divine
Only the faces change with time
It only becomes vinegar, never whine

There's so much going on, but not for you
Get the word and pass it - lies or truth
There's a lot of less interesting things to do
To piss away the years of your youth

Pin me on your cross - crucify
All this madness - you'd think I'd die
Point your finger - I won't deny
I am evil, horny, drunk, and high

I don't conform to your moronic moral values
So you hide in the shadows of the path I chose
Your politically correct way of being foes
Watch the rumor - monitor it as it grow

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