From: andronicus451@gmail.com   
      
   IRON AND CLAY   
      
   The late night tram just passed   
   Too intoxicated and too unaware that it was mine   
   The good looking girl just catches a car   
   But I am different kind   
   Too fond of my precious freedom   
   That big money would just buy   
   And then destroy   
      
   Too proud to take their toys   
   For I was a different kind   
   They said that I was one of the elect   
   But I thought that was just one of their tricks   
   To make me uncautious, weak and sick   
      
   They are in their cars   
   And I take my late night tram   
   We had drinks together   
   But I turned to be the other kind   
      
   The vomit all over my clothes   
   Won't even turn my nose   
   For my wardrobe is cheap   
      
   The iron will not mix with clay   
   Though iron corrodes   
   The clay is still too cheap   
      
   But clay could still be turned into porcelain   
   If they were willing   
   But they were not   
      
   I begun to count my time backwards   
   To see the time   
   They could have sold not   
      
   The last stop   
   I try to wake up some passengers   
   But they thought I am one of the enemies   
   There was no time nor the means to persuade them   
   Or we would all end up going the next circle   
   This is the rule of the city transport   
      
   I walk all over the clay   
   I sympathise and I dismay   
   But they seem happy with their rut   
   An enemy would I bee to tell them   
   The only one it was not   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)