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A dark cloud, dripping rain So beautiful. Bigot lovers, complain they deserve better. Drugs for children, and toys for dad. Kids slip into uninspired existence, anything is better than a child; mother thinks. Breast feeding is disgusting; mother thinks. No time to be a mother; mother things I don't care; father thinks. I don't feel; father thinks. Lining up for commodities; blinded by hope Building distractions and fill holes with green antifreeze Summer is coming, just wait and wait Tanning beds are waiting, waiting. New dogs will make your heart beat Small Business is good for Africa War is good for democracy Work is good for slaves On love: Reaching for the un reachable with invisible arms, Leaving reason on the floor Ignoring the dirt, the beauty scent of the body Covering up the love; the pig as a god child in titled to the world of pigs. Leaving love to the sun.