A world I don’t know
Comes in a devastating
Thunderstorm
Of clashes
With people
Who’s intrinsic
Nature
I would hope to be
Good
However in a world
I can’t understand
How one human hand
Can be turned into a
Violent machine
Of descimation
Desicration
Is now
What I see
I’m not sure that
Is the world
Where I want to
Be
It’s always a small move
From the endulgance
To the well past due
A movement
Of hesitation
Of crime
And wasted frustration
All these items held constant
I still remember those history books
We read
Just to laugh about
What came before us
And why we last
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
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!
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
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
A Cup of Songwriting 