You don't always partake of Bohemia by choice... sometimes... just sometimes...
in that same way that sometimes 'crazy' just finds you
life takes a backhand to that area
at the base of your skull,
delivering one of those awkward kicks that makes decision-making more difficult,
it's a brutal business...
and you face yourself, your PO$$E$ION$,
what you consider to be your essence,
and no one deserves to be the messiah...
Nope, you gotta be martyrs for your own damn causes
or you're sellouts... every single one of you
this space for rent
they use poverty like a tool... like a weapon
aimed at the middle class "your money or is your life"
and every day "the system" grows. more. broken.
like a country full of crack-addicted-toddlers
and sometimes... just sometimes
you have to allow yourself to go broke in order to stop it...
you have to think: No longer-
will i feed this machine
-will I walk blindly into the belly of some corporate-cronies-cubist
abstract view of "how it all works"
like how Gods often necessitate religion, or the reverse even
...and if you thought Zeus was powerful
apparently you've not seen the types of mountains a Ben Franklin can move
"when he's gotta get it done now"
It's far easier in this system to mobilize for war...
than it is to say, respond to a natural disaster...
it's easier to overdose on legal drugs
than the bad-evil, illegal ones...they started it with sugar in the kool-aid
and the most disturbing part,
is for those of us here, under the star spangled canopy,
who are not even making it
at the 14k crime they call a poverty line
is that we're more stricken by grief
at this notion that economic relief... trickles
down...
and they attempt to victimize you with scorn
to shackle your life with a servitude so hollow
that the only type of medication
is some morally imposed preemptive invasion
of Gods against Gays
cause masked under the stench of that ideology
is a senator with a lifetime pension
leeching off the system, costing us more money than welfare babies
and health insurance benefits... which never expire
but they point to the poor as if their abuse were less dire
in this ass-backwards system that asks me to submit
I will never relinquish my role
as a mayor in Bohemia
I will fight... and I will die
to make it so love is not some dollar sign
