searching for manna in tent city
They used to put the mentally unstable away
for their own good and for the good of society they say.
Society evolved and said NO! this is wrong.
So, they closed the institutions releasing the unstable
from their stables- praying that society would stabilize.
Now we've got tent cities brimming with instability.
Some unstable types have made it as far as capitol hill
and beyond.... perhaps.
Now it's payback time
the herders have become sheep
the sheep have become herders
with a couple of wolverines sprinkled in between.
These are strange and sensitive times...people.
Society was much happier when it was high
but eventually somebody had to go to work.
Back in the day people were somewhat genuine
now its all-saccharine grins and plastic handshakes.
If you don't stay within the everchanging lanes
they'll hamstring the flesh...
Although you've still got your soul
but your soul never put food on the table
unless you were that one in a billion-manna man,
Amen.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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