THE PIPER and HIS TUNES

At the crossroads The bald old man With his gray stricken beards Caressed his antiquated flute Perching on his cracked dehydrated lips With his spindly fingers As he nonchalantly reeled out his tunes He started with the beautiful tune Of the defiant bed bug mercilessly bearing down on the torso As in a depraved Mamba choke hold On it's gasping victim Next was the leaching lice Digging, sinking and sucking deeper Into it's anemic victim Then he played ringing in the ears From renegade mosquitos Next was a nation, it's people and politics of bitterness Then he played a reclusive and resigned generation Deserves the leaders they are saddled with Next was the tune of the city called Sodom Then he played the tune of "oh king pharaoh let my people go" Finally, he graduated to the grand tune of: "he who fails to plan, plans to fail."