vacationing nations pulling back from hate.. turning way off ‘Vengeance Road’.. fronting gods cut-rate.. ‘may as well forget they did a thing’ is what they said..
money in the banks from guns and plastic bags for dead..
‘say you have a question bout some year you lived.. say it always been that way.. raised on ‘payback’ gives..
threatened in extortion except portion seen and felt.. in a seconds passion.. yeah.. some strange hot pelt.. illusion gonna pave dreams to a place you dare not fall..
hanging in dark nothing.. you want any truth at all..
Take that hobble that can gobble sanity and now.. feed paper excuse to goats.. holler ‘Save the Cows’.. heal the sick if you cannot heal save to.. place an ad.. brothers sister world round life.. respected as a fad.. Guilt that wilts or leaves with stilts.. an all consuming walk.. Dylan said.. ‘forget that dead you left’.. ain’t worth the talk.. thoughts of ‘did I do that?.. asked then answered well.. conscience comes then gone in time reminds a man of hell.. learned about my seconds coming fated.. as I say.. take my all to best of love.. each living seconds play.. music sweet mellow.. blues harsh thrilling shock.. old hang ups fit to song.. real and strong as rocks.. I whistle.. sing a tune.. recall a day.. and feed the stock..
Thought.. ‘something painful.. wrong or just raunchy.. will remain so.. no point in dragging that pain to this time.. just knowing it has nothing to do with these seconds.. makes fate a little lighter.. Peace Tony