Now
you see me

now you see me
and
my heart
and mind

now you
hear the sound

the sound
of my pulsating heart

while art
is being made
in a drowned
reality

while grenades
of liberality
and of triviality
and of unreality
and mortality
are being made

sanatorium sings
and you see me

as the truth of
reality is
smooth and cruel
let's say
as a poet
or
as a ghoul
on church school

as the players plays
as the thinkers think
as the rulers rule
as the free free

i just light
another cigar

But the right
are still right