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i get dry sometimes
like my insides have shriveled up
and turned to ash and dust
I think it’s a telling on my soul
what hasn’t been traded off for one
indulgence after another
I offend many as a harbinger of the
mundanely obvious of our collective
trade offs
pieces here and there
shreds of rightness left rotting for the
scavengers
(I’m not the only one that requires fire
to live again)
a loose cannon that screams louder
than the others and pisses on suits of
virgin wool
sticking my rebuilt chest out as far as I foolishly
can--“fuck you, you’re wrong and you’re fucking people
over--everybody look, damn it, and see it all for what it
is--make a fucking stand!”
hey, I’m no hero, but if I shake you up
piss you off
love or hate me
just hear me
it’s not about teenage angst or the falsity of
governments
or even the lies we tell ourselves
no rage over the edge calling for the revolution
one more time
hell, it’s thirty-five years since the spirit of
abby hoffman stoked fires and pointed his
finger
it’s a call to the cool, the righteous, the honorable,
whatever goodness can be found and a demand within
that defines character noble finally
pick up the trash
be there in a pinch
sacrifice with a smile
do “pay it forward”
I know those that believe such is the building of God’s
kingdom
I will not argue, but I willing place brick and mortar
one over the other, cross my fingers and pray
J. Masuda © 2004
like my insides have shriveled up
and turned to ash and dust
I think it’s a telling on my soul
what hasn’t been traded off for one
indulgence after another
I offend many as a harbinger of the
mundanely obvious of our collective
trade offs
pieces here and there
shreds of rightness left rotting for the
scavengers
(I’m not the only one that requires fire
to live again)
a loose cannon that screams louder
than the others and pisses on suits of
virgin wool
sticking my rebuilt chest out as far as I foolishly
can--“fuck you, you’re wrong and you’re fucking people
over--everybody look, damn it, and see it all for what it
is--make a fucking stand!”
hey, I’m no hero, but if I shake you up
piss you off
love or hate me
just hear me
it’s not about teenage angst or the falsity of
governments
or even the lies we tell ourselves
no rage over the edge calling for the revolution
one more time
hell, it’s thirty-five years since the spirit of
abby hoffman stoked fires and pointed his
finger
it’s a call to the cool, the righteous, the honorable,
whatever goodness can be found and a demand within
that defines character noble finally
pick up the trash
be there in a pinch
sacrifice with a smile
do “pay it forward”
I know those that believe such is the building of God’s
kingdom
I will not argue, but I willing place brick and mortar
one over the other, cross my fingers and pray
J. Masuda © 2004