where is the puzzle to ponder
no drama needs orchestration in play
for the truth is out there for minds that seeks
what is genuine is easy to display in a simple reach
it take six for a casket, it takes only two to shake hands
why drag the just into the play of children for hide and seek
I can eat unleavened bread just as much as sing enliven sonatas
magicians can pull the rabbits out all day it don't impress me much

Commoners told of a ferocious bull
all given red scarfs to wave and mantras to sing
in the caged arena of their lives mundane and miserable
obedient as the chains on their unsure feet and yokes on necks
they hobbled around waving their stuck- on red scarfs without fail

Commoners told of a ferocious bull
there exist no bull to bait and taunt but a mirage floated in
yet they swarm around like bees drunk on fermented pollen
all ploy of their deceiving masters testing obedience of the mindless
in pained ignorance the peasants run round the ways of unreasoning

Commoners told of a ferocious bull
look there is the bull coming to this arena very soon
go to the hunts-master for today's red scarfs and get into pits
you of the little minds and manipulable bourgeoisie cannon planks
do as drunken rulers orders and make good entertainment for supper

Commoners told of a ferocious bull
come to the Colosseum, take your place, here's your red scarfs
voices arose and the masses started a scripted drama waving scarfs
I see no bull in this arena says a passing sage as he was duly pointed it
All I see is the bravest man amongst you without chains round his ankles

A Colossus stretches and smiles
as the fire in Rome spits and peters dimly
a horde of barbarians cower in hidden lights
scribbling incantations to a hidden deity smite in disgrace
all can now see the fallibility of the uncouth couchers webs of deceits
as the jokers become the joke and vainglorious platitudes cough out
in the talking chambers the words are drying up save the heartiest
too ill to see that they are below decks manning the oars to the beat
the beat of the beaten who row as their fathers and fore-fathers did
a colossus stretches and smile and knows Olympus awaits in a far land

Some one should get some chillies up these saps
they need some sense burned into these soggy brain
some steel in foamy bodies
some lead where it matters
it may blow some heat into these drips and wets
so maturity and reality could flare up
and perhaps they may know what adulthood means

Some one should get some chillies up these saps
all these floopsie woopsie materialization and silliness
no realness, no essence, no passion, no steam, no chutzpah
drop the chips and fries, get some chillies and not the milds
eat daily and watch fire light up in you, your brains come alive
all the slimy hogwash cobwebs singed and fired off
women won't have to beg for attention in beds and idle tools will up
take heed and go get some chillies and learn passion and sense

at my age, still like in my prime and a martini
anytime, anywhere, ready to go and not just once and over
brain as sharp as a golden button, have to down the fire that burns
a stallion  with fire, a scholar with wit, a sage in tune within and out
Years of fine chillies, no alcohol except rarely, skin aglow like youth
fire and passion simmer in calm grace, the inner strength of love
a men of all seasons cause of the seasoning of pure chillies..
not gangling buffoons, with no heat in hearts bodies and souls
and  wilting little sausages they compensate for, in bullying stupidity.