Breakfast in Pieces

feeling inspired by Serj/ System. watch out.

Waking up he breaks the sky and puts it in his cereal

cheating himself he feeds himself the city's toxic seeds

head in the air he wonders about his fellow soldiers' whereabouts

but figures if they're missing then they're living somewhere free.

 

He questions the ghosts inside his walls but all they do is giggle

all on antidepressants anyway and he welcomes the act

tired of dancing in sunshine that explodes when he's sleeping

finds the perpetrator, finally! and cuts all the crap.

 

Rolls it up in paper, oh it stinks so much sweeter

than the incense of war the barking public like to breathe

in sudden hype makes it legal to condemn your brain to heights

never crash and never kill another man.

           

Some of us rest in peace

others rest in pieces

and some open their mouths when the s**t hits the fan.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is very good. I like the way you led me to the amazing ending.
"Some of us rest in peace
others rest in pieces
and some open their mouths when the s**t hits the fan.'
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[dreaming dame]

Oh? I feel out of the loop. But oh well. definitly written by someone who thinks thoughts:)