The politician's poverty
is slum upon the street
When bum and cart will make you roll
through city home and fleet
And shame you for the life you live
in consequence of fit
When power, vote and ignorance
will serve a man to sit
And all you seem to say to life
is that you'd be quite ill
When helpfulness and worry for
are left to mean your will
And you will lead a plan on Earth
to what a man can do
When all your votes to carry on
are not what you'd see through
T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside
E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide
L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought
E very single thing is now whatever that it's not
P rogrammed message beamed into the victims head
A nswers no longer seeking, still alive but sort of dead
T orture is the theme, Schizophrenia made by design
H earing so silently, sounds of something that arn't mine
E motions disappear as my feelings have passed away
T urning into the nothing which you see in me today
I ntels frequency wave disease, creating vegetables to remain
C oincidence born in consequence of the ouside in all my pain
bmdavey@10/27/19
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