The defining feature
Of choice
Clothes
Draped over the shoulder
As we walk
We have chosen the clothes
We wear as a
Statement
Some true
Some confusing
But either way
A way of expressing me
To you
Clothes
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Titles
What title shall
I call you
When the sky is grey
And the world is falling apart
How should we approach
The issue of names
When all is broken and
Undone
Is there a reason
For such focus
On the pinpoint of impositions
When the world is sickened
With many terrible
Days
Pride
Pride for the day
For the rising sun
For the country we live in
Pride in a new way
Seeing through the clouds
Of grey
Pride for the night that
Brings us rest
Pride in the hope
That tomorrow
Will bring us better
Friendliness
The pride of the future
Lies in you and me
Sold Out
The new way
Of creating
Waves
But it’s not the real
World that
We see
The fake balloons
On the streeet
For celebrations
That we aren’t invited to
So celebrate life
As we live
In our circle of influence
Everyday
Nothing to See
When the lights fade
Fake as they were
What are we the people
Left with
Nothing but images
Of what could have been
A mirror
Blank in its returning glance
We have hopes dashed away
As soon as they have
Glown
Under the lights
With nothing to see
Savage
The elite don’t give
Two thoughts about you
They spread their wings
And fly like overlords
Controlling your basic
Thoughts
And feelings
Just to crush you
To create you
A new you
Simple you
Full of nothing but
Barbies movie nonsense
Fluff and syrup
Running through our veins
Hold Me Up
Hold me up
With the sharpest of knives
So that success is not
A working right
But rather a gift
Given by those in charge
Who control who makes it
And who is broken and
Destroyed
With these knives they
Pay each other 10 million dollars
An appearance
While most can not pay the rent
And yet we worship these fools
Complete and utter fools
Running away with the keys
To our lives
Little Life
Who’s life is this
The working man
Working for his family
To make a life real and true
To feel the need to push
Against each other
To create what we believe
To be fair and equal
But rather inequality
Is the goal
On full display
With no where to go
So why is that we have
Changed our values
In such a short time
No way up
Is the call of the cheap kind
Taking their time
To stab each working man
In the back
Blistered
A blistered approach
To an old problem
Good old fashioned
Hard work
Sweat
And tears
Creates a life
Full of delayed
Gratification
But in that
There is hope
That for tomorrow
Will bring
A better day
Enlisted
To change
One must approach
Life with a skeptical eye
Focused on what’s right
Rather than the other side
So enlist me in this endeavor of
Finding what is best
In life
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