The Problem with Me

The powers that be - please pray that they practice peace.

The problem with me, is I'm distracted. Just trying to appease.

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A glass of juice in the mornin'

had sat out, so it's lukewarm,

She hears a knock upon the door,

Which Interrupts her mid-pour.

The OVRA walk in pointing guns.

And then they drag her out the door.

"a good beating never hurt anyone."

- Mussolini, 1924

They took her inside a prison

Somewhere I would never find

I looked for her but she went missing

Or Perhaps I just went blind.

At the 42 Casablanca conference.

A plan was devised.

Benito and his mistress die

In April 1945

I need a faster acting antidote

Before these fascists slit my throat

I've fastened up my seatbelt tight.

Tonight the type of family fight.

I'd never want to partake in,

But perhaps just this one I'll win

The volume is what sucks me in,

The vicious, and viscous, vision

I saw today... alarming.

You fought against disarming,

The folks just out there farming

The people vs. the army.

Incredible information,

Intercepted on the station,

That we aren't supposed to listen to,

I can't believe I'm still missing you.