Avoiding the Rabbit
Insecurities cloud my judgement when others try to set me straight, I attack with full forceas if they look to ruin my fate. ‘
Are they brought upon by my experiences with women or my failures throughout life, or is my thought process too soft, is emotion my wife.
Do I hide under a rock and if so what comfort do I find, actually I see a bunny rabbit he’s so nice and so kind.
He hops and he hops and his fears seem distant, yet mine are still here, still very much in the present.
So I’m confronted with a choice, a simple notion from God. He tells me of greatness and replies with a nod.
No I didn’t see it, but his presence is felt. I call no church a home, no religion is felt.
However I do understand the concept of ebb and flow, I understand that good friends stay and all good friends seem to go.
I understand that in life, a woman is a treasure, I understand that we as men, use them for sick pleasure.
I understand there are zealots who hate because of skin, I understand that people judge, by appearance and kin.
Liberals attack the right, and nothing may never be solved. Obama kills innocents, and we do nothing at all.
Welfare is a debate, until the shoe is on the other foot. Then the white man needs help, his pride is what they took.
You may see him on the street begging for spare change. Five years ago he argued to abandon the welfare game.
He attacked Islam and all of they’re beliefs. A scholar from the Mosque ended this poor man’s grief.
Took him home, bathed him, and sang him a smooth song. He said to the man, “Not all Arabs do wrong”.
The white man smiled, as if it were a lifelong habit.
He’s no longer under a rock, he can’t see the bunny rabbit.
And now neither do I as I crawl from the rock, I find peace with myself after me and God talk.
He said Earth is your home and you must make it better.
Treat it like dog, teach it to be clever.
Let it overcome hate, and erase sad feelings. Make people find love, so amazing and appealing.
Disrespect is not awarded neither is clouded thought, tell people to help themselves, intelligence can’t be bought.
Help people come to realize that life is a book, it’s only worth it if you actually read the pages and your brain starts to cook.
Cook up imagination of everything you see.
The classic response to it all is “Be all you can be”.
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