Debt monsters
Under the hood
Of the sleek designs
Of frivolous world
Debt monsters grow
While we sleep at night
We wake up early
How we will be alright
Debt monsters live
Under the bed
Searing for you to fall sleep
With sharpies of red
Debt debt debt
No longer can they get
Debt monsters wait
Until the prey is set
Don’t let them see you
Pass by at night
Make it past the debt monsters
And you might be
Alright
Landing in vain
As the planes take the tarmac
Insults thrown away
Into the faces of unsuspecting
Leaders and friends
I guess this story goes
On
With no exact end
In vain
In triumph
I am lost for words
How a man confused
Has a position
He earned
Deputy soft
Had not much to say
The evening
In dispute
Remembered but far
Away
Played out over
Few too many
Drinks
Or tips of the glass
Deputy soft
Hardened
His grasp
Pulled the vagrant Parton
Into the corner
Don’t cross this man
When he let up
The old man ran
Adorned with counter praise
Easy in its ways
Don’t let the words
Get to your head
Listen instead
To the symmetry of
Past
Learn lessons
From others
Let Ear’s guide
To sensible solutions
Counter praise is just
Pollution
Brilliance
In
Disappointment
The ointment
Of tested and true
Blue but not so fast
That it can’t undue
Can disappointment
Be so strong
That it inflicts
To greater qualities
That heed infallibilities
In the lack of truth
A parachute system
Is required
When the breaks fail
No wins to set sail on
Fall from grace on
Parachute with me
Into the blue silky sea
In a time of resent
I present
An escape to land
With this parachute
In hand
The patrol project
Is overlord
Over the land
Making sure the hands move
The feet link together
The patrol project
Has a way of losing it’s focus
And making us all
Become a little bland
Institutional victory
Held out over our sick
Heads
As we throw up
Feelings and emotions
Of loss and helplessness
The institution wins
Over the people
Again and
Again
Helpless gate
Aimlessly moving awkwardly
Strange and mysteriously
Animosity
Of the procrastinators delightful
Fearful tearful disgraceful gate
From the doors fall
As I awate
Realized officials
Sitting on an unrealized potential
We have the hope
Which is most essential
Today we hope for change
A revolving door of democracy
Runs through
What the realized officials have
Tried to do
But now is time for action
All the in between is waste
But today we vote
So please don’t wait
So we can realize a new official
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