reality's dirge

smoke home prescribed dope
listen to schizophrenic folk songs
about Love and Hope
and the potentialities of Man

unbrand and drink wine
fast forward to rewind
be mindful of the time
the day is leaving

when evening comes around
skip town without a sound
keep an ear to the ground
the Earth is sleeping

the footsteps in the sand
cannot lend a helping hand
Father's bound to take a stand
when Mother's weeping

night creeps up from behind
the sun cowers and then hides
though nature is alive
it's always dying

all that's left to see
has been determined to be free
if there ever was a choice
then it's been made

got it way too wrong to write
broken kite just won't take flight
still too afraid to fight
The Holy Structure

governments invest
in middle class lament
far too salient
to ever rupture

straight edge politicians
don't ever take positions
and won't be propositioned
at this juncture

too poor to buy their lies
there's no Soul in their eyes
their speech is attracting flies
it's not surprising

would you could leave
the company bereaved
slipping through a sieve
your t-shirt's sleeveless

it's too cold to be warm
you must have been forewarned
we've all been so informed
about the weather

stop just to begin
seek Salvation just to Sin
Morals are blowin in the wind
just like they're feathers

must have caught the flu
don't know just what to do
why does it always have to get worse
before it gets any better?




jw
2ish?/08