Subterranean

Down under Asunder There's worlds of wonder Where etiquette Meets surrogate And the dress code's Downright Confederate Slithering among creepy crawlers That descend from the Heavenly puke-encrusted abyss above Known as Hollywood Blvd I lower myself Literally Metaphorically Into puddles of Absentee-orchestrated nausea I wear the badge Singed onto calluses Coated with despair Flavored with bacteria's black-dead cousins There's more honor to own When you don in early light Here ye, shall this journey commence This rue-faced, Taliban-tingling tale of whoa Give birth to the frenzy of the many Here the ride shall be Realized Commoditized Ostracized By mere plaintiffs Who sue themselves Because the stakes are higher And the risks cease to be true Together we forge ahead Teamwork knows no bounds or prescriptions When it's one-on-one-on-everyone Then the voice of gawd scats His incoherent mix of Lazy blues and blatant misinformation Notifying the hungry denizens It's time to get out It's time to get on Its time to get off And off again If necessary It's always necessary And so we flee For better lives For better days For nothing happens until You decide to rise above And get jiggy with the sun. (3/5/15)