Delete the loan
A deleted loan
From a deleted user
Credit card decline
Repeat abuser
A loan
A card
Two blades of grass
Cut from the yard
No bank knows
Where the money goes
So it goes
On and on
Delete the loan
A deleted loan
From a deleted user
Credit card decline
Repeat abuser
A loan
A card
Two blades of grass
Cut from the yard
No bank knows
Where the money goes
So it goes
On and on
Fat Consensus
Polluted senses
Decreased ascendence
From the ordinary
To the extraordinary
In a days work
Or in a moment of reflection
Hoping now
To rise up
In an ascension
Fat consensus
Leave us with deluded minds
Some wishing to go back
In time
The franchise virus
Growing from the roots
Of a dead cypress
Cold pressed nightmares
Held up by titans
Each man has a turn
To flame the words
Caught up on the wings
Of drunken birds
By night
And by day
What the naysayers say
Is the franchise lies
Being manufactured day
And night
I, the unpleasant peasant
Making my songs and words
Ringing out notes
Two flights of a bird
Have notes and words
Making hope up as I go
When the world tries
To hold down
The ones that need to go
What I know
As unpleasantries go
A poor writer
Such as I
Only knows
Critical crown
Lifted up
From the ground
Every single person
From the top down
Cried when we watched
How it came to
A heap on the ground
Unusual as it had been
To see the wickedness of many sins
Compiled into the critical crown
Lying on the dusty ground
Upon the discovery of power
People change
They plan rearrange
They insist on more
Rather than less
Have no hope of giving
In times of distress
How can a pebble of power
Turn into a stone
Cold
Heart
Patient representative
Subtle glow
Only make changes happen
When it’s something that they know
Maybe we need impatience
Persistence
To do away with the old
And in with the new
Producers see the light
And see it through
Straying from the oath often
And never too soon
Avocado tone
Smooth and buttery
Upon satisfaction
The center disposed with
Lackluster
Care
In a Whole Foods
In a store in Williamsburg
On my way into town
Smooth tones
In smooth stores
Chicago CST
Central Standard
I keep on planning
To make my way
To the Windy City
Last the cornfield to the north
Passes
Before the lake approaches
A feeling
Of lost but
Not stolen
Chicago
On my mind
As I head that way
New Years Sky
New York City
Bustling streets
Everyday dreams
On the streets
Lifted up to
Empire high
Ever upwards
And continually so
Feeling the New Years glow