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Born With A Plastic Spoon

by Chandi Sinnathurai

The fight is on

And the blood is split

Aint’ no point in talkin’ on

In Gobble de goo…

There’s no use for bullet proof

All gets killed

In this mighty goof

Except the ones who talk behind

Tinted glasses and bottled mineral water!

It’s all a spoof.

My Mamma got a bullet in her brains

Pops was lynched while my sister got gang raped

My brother is crippled by a hand grenade

And his son got pinched by the Police State.

There’s no use for bullet proof

All gets killed

In this mighty goof! Except…

Don’t publish what I write

Cause it rubs you the wrong way up

With a different sort of point of view

Don’t tell me to sophisticate

In the end you lie

And constipate.

You tell me to be bold while you’re a mighty coward.

You bolt behind hand shakes and synthetic smiles

The fight is on; my whole world shakes

And the innocent blood is spilt

Bloody hell it is!

Aint’ no point in talkin’ on…

In a language I don’t understand.

Don’t give me plastic love

Plastic Jesus with synthetic Cross

Pious clichés and pompous farce

You’ve got skeletons in the Mass.

Grape juice blood and lip stick wounds

I’m not show acting for medals and plumes!

Give me reality; O! Jesus of Montreal

Give me my sanity; ‘cause I’m bleeding mad

In my Christy Anity

That’s the real politik – a story so sad, yet untold.

Don’t publish what I write

‘Cause my name is not Judas Iscariot

I can’t be bought nor can I be sold

And I’m born with a plastic spoon in my mouth!

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