Where's the sweet stuff?
You should write love poems...

Walking down the street,
Debating and contemplating...

I'm six feet under the soil,
Left here covered in dirt...

The President says it will all be okay,
I go back home next December...

My words are my ideas,
My ideas are what are unique...

You can go to the left,
You can go to the right...

To the deep abyss I dive,
I'm oblivious to my mind...

Check the individuals associated with homicide,
See that their alibi did not happen...

I'm the silver lining,
No I'm a black line...

The Iraqis don't go with our flow,
They attack us on our own ground...

T for tyranny,
A tyrant ruling the land...

Ideas for new verses,
Spells for new curses...