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WISHY-WASHY
Tell us more of what you think you have up there,
Mr. Wishy Washy.
From all the world of imaginations,
You can build aroun yourself.
Only you seem to know it all.

You told us;
There is a revolution to come.
You reminded us of how much,
We have suffered and endured,
In the time pasts.
But, we forgot to ask you,
When and what is to come.
And enquire from your running mouth,
The possible attractions in your project error.

As expected and quite intriguing.
You delivered your soft and hard promises on us nicely.
You make them lack no shortage of grim examples.
i must say,
You have a mouth, full of words.
Who will contend with you?
You are a master of such arts.

Even though,
Just a few of us know that,
Your failure rather than success is very imminent.
And that even, if you win,
You have said so much,
That you will have to defend and deny.
Would you not? Mr. Wishy Washy,
Of course you will.

Wait! to us,
You mean revolution?
revolution in your addle brain.
What a joker!
Okay! tell me,
Which of these revolutions:
Mercedes revolution,
Panda revolution,
Cash revolution,
Green revolution,
Jet revolution.

You have said it once,
Twice have we heard.
That in your name,
Food must be put on our table.
That must be manna!
That also,
All kneels must bow,
To wow at your magnificent edifice.
And in your power,
Seven strapping angels,
Will guide you in your rollercoaster.

You must have thought that,
You brooded atlantic impressions on us.
So that we will be at your heels,
Begging and desiring your every bits.
You'd took tall tolls on us;
And use us to score cheap political points.

Those days are over,
We now have a sleep awakening attention,
Partly closed, but widely informed.
You gave us this caveat of awareness,
Mr. Wishy Washy.

BORN GREAT
Ooh!holy God of the good heavens!
In graces you ensue in power and resplendency.
Thou art a mighty nonesuch of indescribable eminence,
Fill up to the lofty brims of the suspended skies.
GREAT wonderers of blue seas, deep oceans, sharp grit, amazing gems and minerals, flourishing foliage, awesome aqua-bodies, and the perfect humans.

Ooh! what a rasp day of rack mumbles and stressful severe strains.
The day I was rid of squared and cubed *foetal discharge,
Held strong by fleshy bones and bolts of the full-bossomly gut fender.
The great day some generous cries make me wild from the seeming underworld pains.
This one time an event, my frail mind tugged at me that i-am-in-for-it,
In for what? in for what I will tussle and be at odds with, that I can seem or seem not to conquer.

God bless those who bore me.
Even the spirits of the prevailing tendencies recite their praises like the mellufluous songfest of the heavenly arch-angels,
As if they know that what lies behind are tiny; big, crack and crevices across swift angles.
Through pangs of persistent pains, they bred me.
With frightening cautionary-tale, a caveat at the outset was handed down on me.
covered deep in the sea, high up on the mountain, they remain and will forever mean a world to me.

Now that the wilder scrum grows,
The calmer I should be like the harmless capers.
Holy!God help me that I may hit on it harder and accelerate a bit faster.
Without a contrasting muscle over,
And no flicker of doubt on my face.
Basking is my heart with unquenching euphoria.

BORN GREAT

Ooh!holy God of the good heavens!
In graces you ensue in power and resplendency.
Thou art a mighty nonesuch of indescribable eminence,
Fill up to the lofty brims of the suspended skies.
GREAT wonderers of blue seas, deep oceans, sharp grit, amazing gems and minerals, flourishing foliage, awesome aqua-bodies, and the perfect humans.

Ooh! what a rasp day of rack mumbles and stressful severe strains.
The day I was rid of squared and cubed foetal discharge,
Held strong by fleshy bones and bolts of the full-bossomly gut fender.
The great day some generous cries make me wild from the seeming underworld pains.
This one time an event, my frail mind tugged at me that i-am-in-for-it,
In for what? in for what I will tussle and be at odds with, that I can seem or seem not to conquer.

God bless those who bore me.
Even the spirits of the prevailing tendencies recite their praises like the mellufluous songfest of the heavenly arch-angels,
As if they know that what lies behind are tiny; big, crack and crevices across swift angles.
Through pangs of persistent pains, they bred me.
With frightening cautionary-tale, a caveat at the outset was handed down on me.
covered deep in the sea, high up on the mountain, they remain and will forever mean a world to me.

Now that the wilder scrum grows,
The calmer I should be like the harmless capers.
Holy!God help me that I may hit on it harder and accelerate a bit faster.
Without a contrasting muscle over,
And no flicker of doubt on my face.
Basking is my heart with unquenchable euphoria.