Under Lock and Key

Crazed and confusion
a new age pollution
Drug off an edge
For a Sultry solution

Ration the air
A communist care
Dreams are crushed
A beautiful nightmare

I Dream
yea
I Dream
I Dream of Plan B

Retro active terror
Brought through a mirror
A coming depression
And Return to recession

Don’t pledge an alliance
And concede his triumph
For all will be lost
Under lock and key

I Dream
Yea
I Dream
I Dream in plan B

poem by Charlie Getz
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