To the Glory of God
To Gwyneth, with Love
Saved by a child cold and alone on the railroads tracks
Or maybe I heard wrong
It’s probably because of Poulin Exterminators
A hive of activity deep in the funk of existence
Or on my skin
Captured by a prejudice pure and simple
The contempt of mothers waiting to drop another shoe
Crying our guts out somehow we escaped
Nonsense like the court made of the basket
Beautiful poetry nonetheless
Great release knowing glass cuts deeply
A premise for foolery never to be caught
Dancing harder than the band on stage
Staged like a frame never to be escaped
Lies that doom tragically
Hips out of place too late
Laughter isn’t always disrespectful but it is for you
Cowboy movies in space that stretch the imagination
Aliens being sucked through a small hole in a window
Generations of DNA training produce a semblance of morality
Parasites and motherhood and stunted brains
Having pet tumors with nowhere to go
Come on, see the difference
Your brother is in the movies full of sand and victory
Motorcycles might kill him or some bad habit
Either way going to socials with screwdrivers won’t save you
Comparison is an act of love and so is candy floss
Double standards will teach us whatever we want it to
It’s possible we hate you and I’m in the driving seat
Ask me any question you want
I’m turning the answer into a Rock and Roll song
It seems you’ve escaped me as I look over the sterling silver
You smile with a flash of white light
Exploitation of sin is the disguise
That’s gotta hurt
But it’s a whole nieighbourhood and layer of stupidity
Judgment is death means you’re right until you die
Maybe it’s destruction of differentiation
Maybe I went over on my ankle dozens of times
I could be the biggest clown
You could have treated me with Mel Gibson’s dust
But love is everything
And you judge fifty percent of it
What, crows again?
The hawk, another symbol, another mention of death
Losers and suckers getting killed on roof tops
With helicopters after Katrina went by in New Orleans
Even basic psychology won’t necessarily mean you suffer
Poetry just fell from the colour green
Smoke as well
Laughter too
Pigeons will find their way
Because you thought they were dead
Placed in their holes that can only be metaphors
How many ways did you point and say there they go
But fingers only go so far
And trying to offer freedom in a constitution means it’s for everyone or no one
Trudeau flipped the bird because he had to admit it
The U.S. forefathers must have seen it
Any thought makes you stupid
Because young boys think they’re supposed to be lost
Running away from education
You taught the generation so much
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