If I could be as sweet and nice as I want to
be I  might make sick all of  humanity
I might make all of you high
talking about this world I dream of
where love is free there on the streets
food is words wine is flowing
no one is hungry and starving
we look at the unshaven
and the people with soils
the same as  looking in the mirror
or the shine of a silver spoon
all of  us as mighty
worthy of a hug
and kisses are of the quality
and frequency as the
complaining *******
bellowing out get a job
I have a job
a life
and a temporary position
trying to live up to the
biblical saying
do unto others
it seems the most religious are the
most deaf
and the richest the least generous
I have no proof
but my eyes
and hands on kind of ****
wisdoms. 'Scuse me
I need to relax.
Come with me,
the downtrodden.