Money is a mass illusion
A conspiracy of occlusion
We are involuted and fruitfully disappointed
You are free to disagree
With any of melancholy’s anthems
For they are only apathetic hymns
Written to the sounds of the anointed
Funnels of trust and courage
Make you love yourself more often
Must we give happiness the rub
And settle down in our lonely carriages
Only three harmless appointments later
I saw you staring at the furniture
I hoped that it would fade way
So you could get your voice back already
In your body is a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
You were gasping as if life
Was only one form of devotion
Or was this another failed attempt at liberation
Undertaken once too often
We have made attempts to rest
But nothing exhales anymore
And now only this shortness of breath
Can show us what's really necessary

Human touch is among
The most mysterious of fragrances
Moving away from the need for a diversion
Towards the need to believe in something worthy
Is already a type of liberation for the psyche
Why do we need so many offerings
To repatriate the missing pieces of a country
And yes you are mistaken but i love you anyway
Despite the smiling faces trapped in shiny frames
Hundreds of names and bodies are taken hostage daily
By ****** midriffs and fatal fitness equipment
Your loose lips can sink my ships any day of the week

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many hidden activities
Odysseusʼ journeys
Hercules and other heroic epics
are always drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
ignite these threads of burning filaments
while syntaxes stimulate our impotence
immolated indigents
and dissident disappointments
your disingenuous indolence
indigenous and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss

Has anyone had first hand experience
Overthrowing these false leaders
Yes, we pretend that we know nothing
But the actual facts are humbling
Who patented these games
When suspicion remains the same
Yet despite the lies and the strain
It inevitably takes on our marriages
You ask me why we don't
Just skip straight ahead to the ending

Control is a wager with the unknown

Take your time tying them up
I have no need to redefine my faults
You retreat into habitual habitats
To rest in the attics of your mind
Mountains of meaning are piling up
But we can never climb them
Before the sun comes up
Love is a rusted out door frame
All our lies and games are meaningless
If you'll say that you love me
Just the same as yesterday

Too much bravado and not enough sauce.