Oh no
Secrets disclosed
How many
Who knows
The top of the hill will call for immunity
While the rest of humanity
Asks for simple decency
Don’t sell out the American Soul
To the cheap hand met
Along the road
Hidden discoveries
Hidden words
Hidden curtains
Blighting even the birds
On rampant edges
A man
With distorted thirsts
All hope lies
Awaiting another arrogant move
Here we go
Down the slippery slope of
One mans ego
Breaking news
This late at night
How the hell
Is this alright
Selling out
At minimal prices
Underlying lies
Holding
Keys
Sided
How can one man have such rampant
Dissenting
Infection
What is happening
Where did it all go wrong
The crawl
Not laced with the sophisticated beauty
One would expect
Rather the slow
Climb
One note at a time
Hoping to make an effect
In effect
The growth
Slow to come and go
Hold our breathe
Let go
Make the story
Clean and clear
What is anymore
Stories full of hyperbole
Brimming with creative outlet
Filling in the gaps
With chaos
For every step of progress
I feel I regress
For every advance
I retreat
There is no perfect balance
That I can keep
No way to create perfection
Keep the lies from a second
Resurrection
Days where weights feel constrained
On my neck
My throat
I go to yell and all I have is a moan
I go to scream
Nothing more than a thin veiled beam
I don’t believe in conspiracy theory
But here we are
Saluting the one percenters
While we are sent cascading into our own graves
Way down
Where the banks collect our clothes
Where the dollar man knows our home
There is no protection
When the problems of insufficient funds
Makes it’s final connection
How did we get to a place of such
Deadly extremes
Some blow up Bentley’s
While other can’t keep up
It seems
Today I fear my future
For more progress means more indebtedness
How can I pull through
When it all seems too much
I get a rush of blood
To my head
I must start again
Create my own hope and go forward
Look to the sky
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Hope will come
Success will come
It has to come
Or we are all to be undone
How did this come to be
Relish the memory
Revelry
Indifferently
We pass through the New York Times
As writers beg for our time
Full blown controversies
Buried in the depths
Cover ups
Sentencing our own deaths
How be
How be
Did it come to this
Vulnerable dues
Unlikely news
Pay it to the man in the coat
In the long black trenchcoat
The snake oils salesman
The PhD pay him your money
Let go freely
Trying to get caught up
Is just digging further in the rut
While your at it
Take 2 punches to the gut
Guttural reactions to prescription drug contango
Have to keep the doctors fat and happy
So just hand over the checkbook
And don’t get sick
There he is
Green eyes lit up
Hovering in my studio
Watching my every move
Judging
Controlling
Asking
With no answers
A wry smile
Because he knows
What he costs me
Sleepless nights
Staying up late
Baggy eyes
While his eyes fixed
Unshaken
By reality
Or importance
The dollar man tears me apart
With his weight and indifference
How can it be
The shade of green so pale
That he controls so much
The dollar man
Scramble the signal
Influential presidential
Previous conditions
How can we let go
Of the most vulnerable
Let the needy fall first
How could we live with that
Profits soup packed bowl
Hoping to ring in the numbers
While other fall sick
That is not the goal of humanity
Or decency
Take care of each other
Thin out the fat cats
They need less cars
That’s for sure
Reminds us that we are human
The words
Ring out
Hopefully don’t fall short
An art piece in motion
Red stripes and flowing
Awesome in stature
Eyes fixed on walking
Keep going
The words were hard to hear
As the red beauty walked the runway
