Fuck the experts
I need some resident advice
This may sound tense
Or absurd
But rather I need
A fresh word
Of silence and peace
Some perspectives
I can not reach
Come and stay residents claim
I need some time
And some resident advice
Prove the paint
Worthiness and true
Tried in times of challenge
And stayed
In times unglued
I had woke up late
From a robot nightmare
Creeping from my brain
The UV rays
Too much had came
And I stared up
At the paint
Prove to me your worthiness
Challenged
And true
Good god
Bring back the good
Goodness
And wholesome
There are people
In a force of fields
Helping reserve the goodness
Out of the bad
And the full great
The good
Help bring back the good
I sure wish it would
The patrol project
Is overlord
Over the land
Making sure the hands move
The feet link together
The patrol project
Has a way of losing it’s focus
And making us all
Become a little bland
Institutional victory
Held out over our sick
Heads
As we throw up
Feelings and emotions
Of loss and helplessness
The institution wins
Over the people
Again and
Again
Helpless gate
Aimlessly moving awkwardly
Strange and mysteriously
Animosity
Of the procrastinators delightful
Fearful tearful disgraceful gate
From the doors fall
As I awate
Realized officials
Sitting on an unrealized potential
We have the hope
Which is most essential
Today we hope for change
A revolving door of democracy
Runs through
What the realized officials have
Tried to do
But now is time for action
All the in between is waste
But today we vote
So please don’t wait
So we can realize a new official
Keep it straight
On the narrow path
Clear of the weeds
Clear of the wrath
A lane period is needed
To return to normal
Keep us on the straight and narrow
For now
You and I can use
A lane period
The industry lion
Prowling in Country Clubs
Around the corners of pubs
Waiting for weakness in the people
To exploit more profits
More internal lion joy
Industry rusty smoke billowed sadness
Over our heads
We move to slow
When the industry lions approached
Now we are left for dead
Respect what is not known or said
The elapsed details were never read
Or reviewed
Is there an idea that can emerge
When all has been buried
Beyond recognition
Respect of Elapsed Details
Are still ringing in my head
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