Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?
Can you see her waving
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?
Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so much Egyptian trust
in Lady Cleopatra libidinous liberty
Has material comfort
become your grazing, green pastures ...
open range captivity?
Shear vote opportunity
is a naked obsession bleat
Cast another empty pocketbook bawl ballot,
and watch your precious
idolatry covering
get blanket poll tax fleeced
Angry bleating of the sheep,
another empty promise
that you hoped
the wolf shepherds would keep
So truly, light-minded naive ...
how falsely deep you believe
Did you think a vote
would set your anxieties free?
The chronic weep of color barrier pain,
be dead end tears
mixed with golden shower purple reign
Oh, woe woe ... woe
to the bleating of the lost sheep
Eat the viol worms of your vanity
Some thoughts for a need to let go
Some thoughts for a need never to feel
Thoughts for tomorrow to never follow
Thoughts for a future to never be real
A distraction is required
A certainty awaiting in vain
When alone a mind isn’t at all quiet
Yet, I possess no skill for my mind to be tamed
Perhaps a single-minded thought
Perhaps a need to be pushed over an edge
I knew yet what be… what is not
A light-minded answer to only seem farfetched
This world, my world never to be
To only accommodate for a self at ease
Distracted by this world am I not to see
For a certainty to only will if I please
Will I remember tomorrow?
When my world today never seem real
Some thoughts did I learn to let go?
When a yesterday I remember to feel
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