Battles sheep with cattle on a hillside born to life cities call of pride as they sharpen fear with tooth and knife.. expectations of a nation or last partial print.. of a mouth long gone South heading to the transfer mint..
Time you wretched crime could you slower than thought be? Chasing never catching dreams forever to live free.. dreams of those gone centuries before chips ‘n dips and cars.. stilled in time of mourning on the street corners and bars..
Willow blond her cash hunk clunk and dunk-a-do that day.. apathetic turned to bluer never played that way.. pillows under purring cats with little else to say.. ‘cept the fire crackles winter night to speak of May..
Did the leader and cross breeders promise what will come?.. steak dinners and fancy seafood turned to moldy crumbs.. on to knowledge college through minds young and peaceful pure.. orphan children with weapons of war robotic.. sure..
J. Edgar dressed to the nines with four inch heels that bent.. under contradictions the ‘big mother’ message sent.. on to Brother Bobby when he did his A.G. bit.. did the mother of all pride react in catty snit?..
Me a fool served false and cruel sought just one day of light.. seconds passing like yeartimes to feel and know of right.. in the soul suspended not appended just unique.. recognizing true change.. each pathway it knows to speak..