Under Over

I was under my expectations

But overdue

For an adjustment

Of my strained

Blurry vision

From the circular world

That spins

So quietly

Around us

I had hopes to rise

Above the acidic

Rain

But for now I see what

Where I am at

And can’t

Complain

Rebel Hopes

Rebel Hopes

On the way

To being a renegade spirit

These worn out days

I have ideas

That are not so unique

With words

Bleak

But I hope to see a

Light

Guided by my own

Divine sight

For wherever I am pulled

I will hold on

To these rebel hopes

Not Level

There was never

Fairness

In capitalists

The idea was trivial

Literal

Jargon

On a page

So the ones who

Proclaim the top

Take what they can

All their days

So the rest

Can debate

The endless ways

To divide what is left

But well below

We will stay

Lazy Fanatics

Lazy fanatics

Wait for the words

Rather than analytics

To make the judgement call

About what to believe

There is but a small hope

That laziness will be rebuked

Someday soon

The lazy fanatics

Will have their debts

Come due

Quick and Judicious

Quick and judicious

Was the decision

Incision

Point

From my eye

To my hand

A quick stand

Taken

When confusion

Runs true

Across the land

So take the hope

Of today

Into tomorrow

When a judicious decision

Is strewn in sorrow