The
arrows fly
Into
the air of no target
Hitting
on the empty boards
The
sheriff feels good
Telling
his audience
“This
is the dream
It
takes us away
Our
addiction is them!”
The
fools gathered
Applause
loudly
Behind
his back
“He's
the greater fool!”
“We
have our benefits
The
boards work hard for us
We
can enjoy our luxuries
The
sheriff is a green eye monster!”
The
arrows keep flying
Where
is the enemy?
The
soldiers hardly see
“Are
we the fools?”
The
painted pictures
In
the minds the sheriff says
“This
is our addiction
We
can't do a better job”
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