<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Party....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they invited me to a party that they know<br>i will never attend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is my ego<br>it was once hurt and it still refuses to be cured</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the cancer of this society<br>going crazy over the smell of the masses that pretend to like it<br>and yet<br>when the back is behind another one's back<br>pressed against the wall<br>and on dead end streets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it breaks out in laughter and says<br>this man believes us<br>we were only joking<br>we have our own agenda<br>after those lectures <br>we have our minds and visions<br>we do not want to be like him<br>a loser</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fingers of corruption are at work again<br>the party goers love its caressing flesh sending the sensations<br>of luxury<br>rising above the sufferings of <br>others</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everyone loves<br>being well-off<br>being ahead of the common griefs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one blows the whistle and the party however<br>goes on and on and on<br>the beams do not shake a bit<br>the grounds remain firm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am out<br>of the picture<br>there is no party within me<br>and i am not drunk<br>with the perks of power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493669" data-title="That Party.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="they invited me to a party that they know i will never attend it is my ego it was once hurt and it still refuses to be cured it is the cancer of this society going crazy over the smell of the masses that pretend to like it and yet when the back ..."></div> </div> </div>

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