The junkies' rebuke
And everyone scoffed
What do they know anway?
They gave into temptation
Rejected our truth
Gave into a life of decay
What caused the pain
That took them away from reality?
Is there anyway
It could be, all our vanity?

Sharing the fruits of the day
There's more than enough for all
Sharing a life changing story
To help another not stumble and fall
Sharing in community service
You never know who you will meet
Sharing a friend's small business
So their family has something to eat

Our mental health deteriorates
Consumerism is our god
God bless the USA
We cannot carry on
Collecting things and storing them
Does not make any sense
You cannot take it with you
It is far from heaven sent

Incarcerated nation,
Greatest in the world so wide!
A greater population in China
Still less in prison they try to hide.
The law,
The order take precedence,
No care for the people they serve.
Your just a case number
not relevant,
This is what I have observed.

An invader from within
I use another side of my brain
You can find me on the food line
Trying to ease another's pain
Im not very hip
To all the corporate greed
The idea some men
Deserve more than what they need

Hello
Good to meet you
I hope you have a good day
I guess Im an enemy of the state
I dont like the way things are going
Please open your eyes
We are not heading to great
We are all hurting and hurting each other
Everyone is sick of these days
No one wants to give

feed a hippie
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Way to go you owned the libs
And you over there
You owned the rubes
You really changed some minds
Imposing narrow views
How about
Instead of gotcha
How can I help you meet your needs

I had to put 3 strikes
On my sign-up form
They'll never accept me
I paid my dues
Made my peace
It hasn't always been
so easy
I accepted blame
It was my fault
For a long while I wasn't free
The guilt and shame
What have I done
This was never me

Watching the tragedy unfold on TV
Constructed emotions vicariously
Distant become the old memories
The pain and all of the suffering

The blood will continue
It’s not going to stop
Until we eliminate the 1%
At the bottom
      and also the top
The guns are a problem
The greatest problem I see
Everything revolves around pecuniary
It worked for a while and ushered in style
Now it’s about the biggest pile

The vultures are circling
The carrion is our democracy
This is not about left or right
We're already becoming an autocracy
While you're mad a cracker barrel
There's soldiers rolling down street
Rifle barrels in their hands
Its not about keeping peace

Private equities bought city properties
In the name of revitalization
They eradicate the most vulnerable
Its all apart of the gentrification
Now some homeless
They pitch their tent
On the last bit of the vegetation
The rich man views this scene

Morning time mainia
Sets in the mind
Molds the mind and
Takes a hold
A simple way to find the flow
The creative passion
The spark
The glow
If you've ever been there
Another time you'd like to know
Immersion in the moment
Is the art of letting go

Stuck on a sunshine mountain
Just outside of Binghamton
Id been bouncing around the NE
Throughout all those little towns
I was under the impression
It was just about the big city
There were so many over parts
That, to me, were more pretty

They bury us
To extract and control
Don't fall out of line
And do what your told
They bury their faces
In a pasty disguise
To hide the evil
That resides in their eyes

The masquerade is over
But I think I'll keep the mask
I seek your submission
Due to trauma from the past

I am the shadows of the forest
I am the void of the cave
I am the seeker of misfortune
I am the life you cannot save