MojoRisin

couldn't think of a good title.. anyway....

for shame? for shame?
weary passengers scream your name-
crawl the gutters, fill with rain-
walk the deserts fairest gardens
watered, wrinkled, and insane.

gone to greet, gone to greet
your furthest thought I'd like to meet-
fruits of labor so discreet-
from cramped and cartoned cradles
tastey sweet enough to eat.

you ignore, I Implore
do you know not what its for?
do you know not whats in store?
I take a chance and shrug commands
while you lie there on the floor.

my disdain, my disdain
no more singing in the rain-
no more lovers down the lane-
wieghted wheels awake and turning
make it still and I'll explain.

all intent, all intent
fallen hero's caged and silent-
brought caprice, afraid and violent-
mull and stroll all through the valley
force fed through thier cold compliance.

random facts, all intact
from whats sour they are hacked-
on the terrace corner stacked-
pieces torn and thrown and sewn together
now is weathered through the cracks .

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Dropping a barbell he points to the sky and says "The suns not yellow, It's chicken!"