Morocco (My Secret Sin)
I’ll see you in morocco
I’ll see you in morocco
The real world is gone, lost and alone
Would I die to escape this pain
And kiss my fathers feet to reappear at dawn
One groan, two moans
Time is reality
The weight of life put in a calorie
Whether Jim Morrison is your lizard king
Or your black cloud leather demon
Your chromosomes
Came through that dead beats semen
Raped your mother in order to free them
A place at the peek of the heavens
Just above the stars
The only place where we peasants
Sip cheers at the bars
And this innocence
It’s more than I could ever be
Even when pity is all we’re blessed to see
We as individuals are immortalized in pictures
Out into the wilderness
I’m tempted to venture
Life is something
We seem to never to forget to mention
Yet when death threatens
We seem to gain a new strict sense of attention
Stressed because we worked hard for pensions
Avoiding the landlord
Hoping to get an extension
Conspirators in wicked lines
As impressive as these laborers with picket signs
Hippies protesting the war
Hallucinating from congested fumes in a jar
Peace is where ever you make it
Happiness is comforting
As long as you don’t fake it
I’ll see you in morocco
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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