Playground for the masses
Playground for the masses
The world is your playground,
But what if you can’t play?
The other kids won’t let you,
Just because you’re not like they.
Watch them play their games,
From an empty classroom,
Locked behind a glass curtain,
Cut off from the world.
No marbles spread out on the ground
No skipping ropes or hide and seek
When the rules of this great playground,
Filters out the strange and the weak.
The world is your playground,
But what if you can’t play?
The other kids won’t let you,
Just because you’re not like they.
Watch them play their games,
From an empty classroom,
Locked behind a glass curtain,
Cut off from the world.
No marbles spread out on the ground
No skipping ropes or hide and seek
When the rules of this great playground,
Filters out the strange and the weak.
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| Benjamin de Rooy: | Woensdag, april 25, 2001 02:20 |
| So true.... Ben |
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| daantje: | Woensdag, april 25, 2001 00:31 |
| I know.. xDaantje |
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