alligators are not saved
in multinational escapades
of companies selling the blood of the planet
post traumatic, amputee, kamikaze, come at me
Jihadist, inquisition, we’re still fighting, now it’s just
Give us all your oil, I need to get to work,
Not to interrupt, I swear i’m not a jerk
I wonder if we really get to choose
fate sucks sure, yeah, but so does the news
I’m just laughing and humming
making the most of the sun
and watching the flowers bloom
the plants praise a god made of animal sighs.
We who are in its image
should see that we’d come to this
fashioning us an atom
named Adam, or what’chyou please.
We run through the forest
with clocks in our hands
we make toward the river
to exchange time for its sand
I’ve seen the light in the darkest
hole, I made it.
it would burn for me,
anytime i’d need it.
but you forgot your jacket and
the truth is brisk
They’ll use up their red tape
Prevent my escape
But I just won’t go along
You can sew your seeds of wisdom
you can plant those seeds to waste away
surely the tree will overgrow
but it cast no shade.
it’s a beautiful day, you know
and a ball of sunshine
has rolled my way,
But beauty is only skin deep,
your skin is as deep as your soul
a soul so vast that the oceans bow
and the mountains crumble below
while educated fools believe delicious lies
of wealth and economics, everyone gets a slice
but they wont let you read, the print in the fine
caught scraping the
bottom of the barrel
looking for a cake or bottle
to deposit my soul.
Preferable i’d have you be
that image in the metaphysical mirror
cause you, is god, is here
Let’s get drunk in our essense baby
so intoxicated by mere presence
the closest of kin is furthest from me
dying from sins of mediocrity
and this silver lining on
it makes me think again.
please don’t tell my son
the merchant and I
are friends again.