Clean Up

I was made in a sack

A feeling I would later lack

I was blinded by the light

By body kept saying fight or flight

Later on I made a puzzle

In it some green men were in a hustle

I use my five senses to make love

But their is no love if their is no glove

Everyone is in a struggle of push and pull

Worrying too much about the hot and the cool

Drones passing out their opinions on the show

They are soon left with nothing on the know

We are all either a lamb or a lion

One group is lying while the other is crying

All our strawberry tarts are leaking on the floor

Calling the repairman, but guess He isn’t here no more

Men ask about belief in the craftsman

Others respond with egg shells and a frying pan

Women are complicated, why aren’t the men

Peacocks are revered, why aren’t the peahen

The yellow brick road leads to more than just the Emerald City

Searching for happiness but far too busy

The blue fairy can grant any wish

Just don’t ask to be taught how to fish

Who cares if you’re white or black

Just get up and pick up the slack

In the end we all just want to hold hands

But man you have to first clean up the Earth and then your hands

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem has many stories in it. I enjoyed the poem. Took me to many directions. I like your ending a lot. We need to clean up old Earth. A excellent poem.
Coyote