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Chicago 1966

I am mad, I am sad, But I dig my pad
Society provokes me, Jesus Christ jokes me
Yes I am mad but I know why
I think of dad, I want to cry
I resent this & her too
My mothers kiss I never knew
And now I search, I know a fool
There is no church, but there's a school
It teaches God & Santa Claus too
It's the fantacy rod that's rocking you.



Poetry by Chuck Puckett
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Written on 2009-02-23 at 21:37

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