Tired of messing up
messing through,
missing in action
She is reacting
to time and rhyming
cohering and acquiescing
coalescing
She is messing
in action
reaction
with no satisfaction
trying to wise up
ease out
Let shouting stop
and cease fire
wiring herself
to eternity and what really matters
She goes to Jazid
to be soothed by Sunday night rastafari
But there is no irie
in her wallet being stolen
and she remembers
feeling all swolen
when all her id's and good will are gone
She tries to check her ego
at the door
But it will not fit
under this tight watch
where all the girls
have a trick up their crotch
and the boys have tricks and toys
galore
Let them take you to the store
Let them score
If they soar that high
Over with the parties
and the carefree existence,
she is resisting this hedonism
this schism between a self and a
higher being
She is seeing that this is lacking
in this town. SO
she goes around
with a sound
putting down
tracks
and trails
and sails merrily into
ocean and sand
land not yet polluted by the oil
What country are we toiling in?
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