laborious

Laborious

 

 

I don’t know

what’s true.

It feels rude

to ask more

than I can offer.

Sky so blue and free

in theory

becomes theater of attack,

no peace, no cover.

Lies become a code,

rule of law.

Denying wages owed

becomes a cause.

Reason explained by rote

to buy another vote

or steal neighbors’ souls.

Safely hide in made up names.

So many earnest no-ones to blame.

Shooting stars, dead on delivery.

Ain’t hype a hoot – pistol cacklings,

whispering past your grave.

Scrimp, save, buy a one-way chance.

Answers?  Take your choice.

Pay what the market will allows.

Tomorrow, if that sentence lies before us,

stars parade.  Sinners pay submission.

A smiling wizard, 3 feet high, lays claim

to a teacup of blue sky.  Quietly,

beneath surveillance,

in cordial company we drink, wink,

breathe.  Be free.

 

 

September 2, 2013