Nasty Conscience

Nasty conscience

In an empty space

Leave out the words

That gets forgotten

Just in case

 

Reign Size

Reign size

Is all a matter of perspective

If it does not affect me

Why should I be reflective

On a reign that is less of me

But highly offensive

Top Holiday

Top holiday

Before the others

Has now been forgotten

As the stream flows

Faster for the

End of the line

Take the Helm

Take the helm

In a shaky ship

Overseas

Of the blunder

Under the

Tip

Rigid Umbrella

Rigid umbrellas

Lie by the open door

As the rain sweeps in

From the city streets

We sit just in

Cold nights ascend

On New York City

Again

A Merciful Fool

A merciful fool

Can be an instrumental tool

New to the frenzy

Yet slow to anger

What he is sensing

Me a fool

But merciful I hope to be

Beer Eyes

Beer eyes

On a late night

Feeling up for the changes

Coming

In plain sight

Beyond the Nose

Beyond the nose

Of the dogs of democracy

Voluntary crazy

We have come to be

No sight

Or sound

Could bring us back together

Now

Where the differences divide

Has dug in quite far

Full of liquid melted tar

Beyond the nose

Will be more problems

Where our senses

Can’t go

Shallow Stitches​

My shallow stitches

Have broken

My old ways

Have come out

In the open

Order the new surgeon

In

To make me all good

Again

Thundering Crook

Thundering crook

Took his last look

At a table set

To make his own

Little did he know

That below the table

Sat a man

Who had the same plan as his own

As the crook grabbed the table

The two quickly became unstable

The alarm rang out

And they both went to jail

Together

Not alone