Let Me Out
I’m wondering
how do we get up
and get dressed
find our way
out of this mess
is there a trap door
in the floor
or a secret passage
marked by elvish rhunes
that only appears
by the light of a full moon
or sun lighting the keyhole
at high noon
how do we escape
from this straight jacket
of insanity and hate
avoid our fate
wipe clean the slate
maybe through the sewer grate
there is a way to fix it
but should we even try
or just lay down
on the riverbank
and drink
some whisky and rye
laced with arsonic
or cyanide
we have the power
but most don’t know it
or they’re too afraid to use it
because they might
blow it
angry as hell
but too scared
to show it
we have the rock
in our hands
but hesitate
to throw it
because
we might hit our brother
or father or mother
or the next door neighbor
or ourselves
They say all good things
will come to an end
what if
the only good
thing to come
is the end
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