Where We Are

When the joker becomes the king

And the king the joker

The chef the librarian

The musician the chef

The lawyer the doctor

Doctor the salesman

What is going on

Who knows anything

Is there anything left

What is going wrong

What is going on

This is where we are

Cascading to Our Graves

For every step of progress

I feel I regress

For every advance

I retreat

There is no perfect balance

That I can keep

No way to create perfection

Keep the lies from a second

Resurrection

Days where weights feel constrained

On my neck

My throat

I go to yell and all I have is a moan

I go to scream

Nothing more than a thin veiled beam

I don’t believe in conspiracy theory

But here we are

Saluting the one percenters

While we are sent cascading into our own graves

Way down

Where the banks collect our clothes

Where the dollar man knows our home

There is no protection

When the problems of insufficient funds

Makes it’s final connection

How did we get to a place of such

Deadly extremes

Some blow up Bentley’s

While other can’t keep up

It seems

Today I fear my future

For more progress means more indebtedness

How can I pull through

When it all seems too much

I get a rush of blood

To my head

I must start again

Create my own hope and go forward

Look to the sky

Keeping my eyes on the prize

Hope will come

Success will come

It has to come

Or we are all to be undone

 

 

 

 

Pay Up

Vulnerable dues

Unlikely news

Pay it to the man in the coat

In the long black trenchcoat

The snake oils salesman

The PhD pay him your money

Let go freely

Trying to get caught up

Is just digging further in the rut

While your at it

Take 2 punches to the gut

Guttural reactions to prescription drug contango

Have to keep the doctors fat and happy

So just hand over the checkbook

And don’t get sick

 

Scramble the Signal

Scramble the signal

Influential presidential

Previous conditions

How can we let go

Of the most vulnerable

Let the needy fall first

How could we live with that

Profits soup packed bowl

Hoping to ring in the numbers

While other fall sick

That is not the goal of humanity

Or decency

Take care of each other

Thin out the fat cats

They need less cars

That’s for sure

Reminds us that we are human

The words

Ring out

Hopefully don’t fall short

 

 

 

 

Honor

What is the term honor

Honor for achievement

Honor for the moment

Honor for what reasons

What earns honor and distinguishment

I am certain that it is not a light word

Should be dispersed with great review

Discussion

Honor the people

Who honor this country

Not those who run loose

For when it is honor given

We hope not to lose

Certain now

That honor itself has become a point of confusion

Amusement

What honorable actions happened today

For such a reaction

Ill-Fated Truck

Ill-fated truck

On a late night run

Blowing through the red light

Light posts undone

The hum of the blown engine

On the side of the road

One second notice

A repeating note

The world and it purveyors

On the streets tonight

Underneath the crashed post

Right by the trucks side