SCRAPS #089: THE SPOT

At the spot locked in a box

Welded in a metal case

United of our mental states

Makes us all a mental case

As it states our divided place

We feel we are no use

It's you not me gaslighting

Manipulation and abuse

Blindly following they

Are tainting democracy

Big men small words

Fascist aristocracy

Cattle in line unheard heard

Rattle of the mind unnerved nerd

Saddle up for battle

Cause bird is the word

Long times of aggravation

Long filed experimentation

Waiting for a lucky revelation

Lives of quiet desperation.

Time ticks by so fast

Let it grow then cut the grass

Reveal your face or wear a mask

Roll a joint or grab a flask

All so backwards and fucked up

The politicians should be locked up

We need real leaders

Not deep dwelling bottom feeders

I don't care to get political

Maybe don't have good advice

Craving a nice New York slice

Take a bite literal

I'm just a privileged man

Thrust into a world of envy

Recklessness and agitation

Compassion burns within me

I am not a billionaire

Got all of my real hair

I don't have a final answer

I will listen if you care

We are all just fucking humans

Living on this rock water globe

We all want love and attention

Noone really wants to be alone

Time ticks by so freaking fast

Let it grow then cut the grass

Reveal your face or wear a mask

Roll a joint or grab a flask

All so backwards and fucked up

The politicians should be locked up

We need real leaders

Not deep dwelling bottom feeders

The curse of this universe will be reversed with this first verse