Boom a Rang

Piped the Pied Pan Piper to the pedestrians pickled in pictures of politics, Puzzled by the picking and pulling unaware of the pending pendulum of death's prickly predilections.

Off guard on duty the snowflake knew time to waste 

Its unknowing decent cataract rapid acidic proletariat 
Less than perspicacious a red hand to the case,

No longer judicious a domino race 

My words are butt ashes fertilizing the world wide wind 
More of us make less of them 
but they bombastic at the power within 
We all possess the power to sin 

Tell me something true because I lament the news. 
While war Holidays sing song me the blues, Billie 
Hands shoot in the air guns clap on the beat 
Future sigh in despair old vote with their feet 

Factors of fear multiplied without receipt 
So you can't exchange the Unknown for something concrete. 
Afraid for our lives while we wither away humanity 
circumventing diaspora in the name of the low and no holds bar

 

The cross exam I mag I nation

no accountability when

Severing and Projecting

The streets. 

Is all pomp and circumstance  

Ignorance in defeat? 
because American apathy is a golden gutter

lining the highways of hope and justice.

The great black hope 

driven to equivocal ends 

The magisterial mountain way

Waved inundation of political bends 

There are no u turns OK

home of the straight and narrow

Wed with the freedom ring

Blistered by the oil we use to butter bread

what can we say we 

learned from the best

 it's intoxicated

intercontinental intelligence.

 

One man's pain is another man's pleasure.

By what other means can we rationalize and measure? 
I didn't make the rules We did

Don't just vote cut throat.

 

Over calculated the complexity of human habit

by underestimating the simplicity of evol u tion. 
Chopped and screwed time over and over waited

ya head hangs low Soci ally Osc illated

 

So heavy   it's a wonder

these words  don't    black hole

through   gravity  and bull licks

baby daddy bell tolls.

 

He would bend Time

and

Space

taking mother place

to place

stringing

paycheck to paycheck

like

 

Hindu prayer cloths

on

Hollywood

sidewalks

 

Hailing  uncle Sam  and  the oil man

2 lend a hand,     job,     or a plan

butt only getting noticed

 

 by the

under educated yet

over- privileged

college dropout

 

 

offering tea and sympathy

cause limping ain't easy,

and    systemic negligence

is   public enemy   # 1.

 

The only explosion

to fear is the sun.

We are butt dust

in the lung.

 

When all is said and dung,

All lives matter

like helium

and radon 

Exp  lo ding  in Uni son

Sys tem Ic  Ra ce Ism

Eyes hyper-focused on the finger

and the wind cried boom a rung.

Author's Note

I write because I read, I read to get it right, Reed into everything my friend.
Photo Credit: Ashley Vercekaites aka "little crow"
Consider the cascading of events that brings us back around again and again...
Mad at the piper but the cause is forgotten in the effects.