Flow

Written by: Issac Guzman

United, we stand stall
Divided, we fall

Yet, persistence makes one crawl
Until they become enthralled

By how much corporations maul
The collective corpse of us all

This madness must come to a halt
Feeling lucky, so i drop the salt

Sunrise & sunset
Small fries, yet, heavy-set
The food you wish to get
Will make you lose the bet

Between the strings & the frets
Vibrations fluctuate among the rest
One must eventually leave the nest
To defeat the pest

Solicitor exterminator
Mormon decimator
Immaculate inseminator
Accurate denominator

Of paradoxical discrepancies
That appear comical in the reveries
That always readily remedy
Those who must compose an elegy...