I don’t really have much to talk about today, but this is something I just wrote.
All this power and this chaos around me everyday;
I get sick of it all, when my work don’t pay.
I got the man and machine staring down at me now;
I’m wondering how, their scheming is allowed.
If revolution is the message, when will it come;
must I mobilise myself, or my daughter & son?
I ask this question without pain or commission;
The decision or position, isn’t my mission.
I love my mother, and my family too;
But if I had the choice, I would throw a shoe.
Topple Dictators who run this place;
the sole will hit him, slam bang in his face.
There’s nothing special about this man they talk about;
He’s on the news everyday with the shit they spot.
From the land that thinks that they’re the greatest;
The truth in fact, is that they’re just racists.
They go to other lands to spread their lies;
All they care about is the oil which the consumer buys.
Laughable how people really believe their shit;
It makes me want to throw a cocktail full and lit.
I must leave now for higher places;
No not heaven but to retrieve my laces. 😀