There's another soul with a splitting headache,
there's another god, who just doesn't care
There's another woman. leaving an infant stranger on a porch
and there's another neon sign looking for a torch
There's another mailbox collecting dust and rain
there's abother sports-star losing every game
There's another shining Knight in armor, beating up his son
there's another tough guy relying on his gun
There's another rubbish dump, rubble warming in the heat,
there's another homeless lady, hacked up like red meat.
There's another teeny bopper smiling in a trance
there's another druggie kid, his craving is like a dance
There's another Dinosair, looking in the mirror,
there's another nakes skeleton photographed by her killer.
There's another helpless tree, cut down by a cigar,
there's another puppy flattened by a speedy car.
There's another sword and shield passed down from time to time,
there's another librarian being followed by a mime
There's another artist spitting bile at us all,
there's another toddles, drawing crayon on the wall.
There's another loveless tear, from a rocking bed,
there's another choosing hin, again, instead.
There's another bird who is flying south for winter,
there's another snowman, gonna be standing for a while.
There's another naked angel, with sparkling silver eyes,
there's another tubby girl who sits on her bed and cries.
There's another small business man, standing up to a monopoly,
and there's another kitchen hand who dreams about the sea
There's another chest of drawers, containing all the hidden lies,
and there's another painting hung on the wall, displaying human lives.
There's another chewing gum, stuck under the seat,
and there's another unborn child, seeking the abortions receipt
There's another critic, who thinks about his past,
and there's another optimist who is getting nowhere fast.
There's another statue, dying to scratch and itch,
and ther's another profit lying in a ditch.
There's another savior, too lazy to help the world
There's another father, he's too busy for his son.
There's another shifty salesman, working at the mall,
There's another rotting corpse, who's writing helps us all.
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