Franchise Virus

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

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Peace and Trouble

A year was lived

Not too great

Yet pretty bad

Not the worst

But oddly strange

No signs of the world ebbing to

A soft landing

Rather someone trying to gain

The upper hand

We all suffer

All of us

All of us

Gut the Ethics!

Gut the ethics!

Renew the clashes

I want to hide $50 bills

Underneath white mustaches

Purge the homeless

But protect their babies

We will burn our way through

Leave the individuals feeling hotter

But no medicare in their 80’s

Pursue big oil with dirty hands

Make new faces in the Klan

Instill fear and vanquish hope

Drop it in the ocean with ball and rope

Here comes the new government

Ready to take the country

So start hiding your hope

And your money

Gut the ethics

Cut the semantics

Just political buffoonery

Ideal tactics

The individual can only hope

That no one can dash our hope

With a 10 cent rope

But either way here we go

 

 

Here Comes 2017

Start the New Year

Pour the Coffee

Sweet grapefruit

With bitter ends

Sweet caramel sugar grains

The new year unfold in front of us

Like a vacuum sealed bag

Breaking at the seems

So it begins again

We plan something new

Something great

I hope to be a part of 2017