It’s about the American dream
To make more than you need
Through corporate greed
And pyramid schemes,
So I guess I’m not asleep
Since I eat rice and beans
In a crummy C.F.
Apartment,
Or what’s left of that
Ten by ten compartment
I can barely afford,
Like the ******
Degree that was supposed
To reward my hard effort
By leading me toward
A corner office
Or something
Like that
I should desire,
But **** it,
Let’s get higher,
I’m getting bored,
And my heart is heavy,
And I’ve been
Forsaken
By the country that
Bred me
Yet expects me
To slap on some flak
And attack
Fathers and sons and brothers
In Iraq
Over nothing
But ideological
Fluff
And political stuffing,
It’s nothing
It’s nothing
It’s nothing
It’s just not worth
The time or frustration
To engage in
This nation’s
Procreation
Of condemnation
Of logical reason,
Though reasoning
Lies not in the
Eye of the reasoner
Or that of the reasoned,
It’s gotta be easier
Than achieving
Appeasement
Through please
And leasing
Thank yous
To random
Strangers,
But if
You believe
They, like you,
Are human
Then the danger
Is fleeting,
Cuz they’re feeling
The same feelings,
The sane feelings of
The chronically
Sure,
The always right,
Everything in its
Right place,
Yea I know Tommy,
I must endure
And try to say
I should try to save
The knaves,
But life’s so easy
As a slave,
You buy your
Goods
And pave the way
For impoverished hoods
And hoodwinked
Majorities
Who’ve already
Made
The sacrifices
Necessary
For the necessary
To get paid,
Hope you did some good
With that bogus bonus
Mr. Suit and tie
And perfect life
With the plastic wife
And bank account
You’ll never drain,
No matter how many
Times you make it rain
On upscale hookers,
It runs too deep
To keep all to your
Selfish selves,
But I guess it’s our
Faults we don’t wear
The leadership caps
Cuz we should’ve pulled
Ourselves up by our
******* boot straps
And made something of
Ourselves, right?
Those that deserve
To make the big bucks
Make it happen, right?
Time for the forgotten *****
to put up a fight.

If anyone,
I thought you'd be the one to look past natural beauty
If anyone,
You thought I was special, and be there til thee
End,
Like a book case, filled to compacity, it's not the last of me
This isn't blasphemy, just a blast for you, and a cup of tea
But,
I was the sweetener, and the reasoner for this measure
But it's not up to scale, I'm on the rail, waiting for the weather
To,
Clear up, or whether or not you would to
My memory's hazy, and you're not too hasty to
The point it drives me crazy
Or,
Am i just an average guy
Who goes on every endeavor, so i can fly
With a halo, and some wings, when i die?

Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome

See now Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome
Three celebrants mitred with golden light  
And vested in pillar, temple, and dome
They lift life’s elements in sacred rite:      
  
Jerusalem the Wild, where prophets sing
Athens the Reasoner, amid her vines                    
Rome, the Giver of Laws, whose trumpets ring:
All send us civilization through wonders and signs                        

In faith and form and word and polychrome -
See now Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome

Hey you are my,
Dear dear brother.
For whom I do a little bother.
I do have something
Something to recite further.

I suppose, I know you are amiable
Ah,
Staunch enough when you quibble.

You are,
Strong enough with your concept
Never withdrawing,
Even when offered a receipt.

I thought you are entirely polite
But nevertheless, you are
Of course possessing charm of your's is elite
And that is my delight.

You, a good advertiser
But a better reasoner
And the best advisor.

Dear, dear brother
I know not your second face
But do aware a hand full of few
So as you say

I take little strains to view you.

Signals are never red forever
Just waiting for a chance I dare
So take little strain
to count my absence hereafter
As memories are within for sure
My concepts are a little rare
But do please bare.

The real quest is
not the bliss of mine
But of all.

Dear dear brother
My recitation can never
be completed for sure.


Dated: 20.8.2013

That dear brother.
For whom I do a little bother.
To recite further.

I know he is amiable.
Ah,
He is staunch enough when he quibbles.

He is,
Confident in his content
And debates until he is content.
  

I thought he was downright polite.
But nevertheless, he is
That inquisitive charm of his is elite.


He, a good advertiser
But  a better reasoner
And the best advisor.

"Dear, dear brother
I know not your second face
But am aware of a hand full of few."