I have seen the bright light,
It shines for me in heaven.
I have seen my future
In seals numbering seven.

But before I reach my freedom,
And taste the fruit of life,
I must make it to my goals,
No matter the amount of strife.

But my goals are farther
Than my feet can take me,
So I’ll ride on wings of faith.

I see troubled skies ahead,
And grumbling ground below.
But surely if I give my all,
I shall reap that which I sow.

My goals are farther
Than my feet can take me,
So I’ll ride on wings of faith.

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.

Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood's TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.

Too fat to *****,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.

'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'