Replying to The Bubbling unconsciousness Speaks

ripe is the time for the flight of plight from my mind
im not done with this mighty fight for my right to reap
the freedoms of which we so fondly speak
i wont follow the trends of the meek and the weak
im here to speak, to point out the bleak
LOOK
'join the ranks' they call
'Yank my crank ya wanks' i yell to all
then i trudge to my job at the mall
'Do This, Do That' yes sir, you're fat
im sure you raised a couple brats
proud to be another stat
you think youre the teacher
your wife, the things i could teacher
how to live with a preacher
its really not your best feature
your claim to fame
is smoking a joint under the bleachers
im done with this place
sick of your unchanging face
the same mundane pace
your insistence that its a race
Shoot me off, into space
it was almost too late
i was forgetting the sweet taste
of the fruits of freedom
which created our fathersfathers.. matyrdoms
'lest we forget' what violence begets
REAP! they cry from their graves
Leap! i jump, attempt to save
i begin to pave the way
i catch a glance of the suns rays
an omen of the many days
to be brave, to never slave
to rant and rave and crave and raise
and raze and blaze in my hazy (free?) maze
something grabs me, melds with me
i am held, you thought id say weld
visions of a tree felled
tossed, lossed, wrought about
.
I open my eyes
i see the sky, a cloud
unveiled is the shroud,
pierced, by an eagles cry
on top of a mountain
i discover my youthful fountain
i yell out that i am home
and I am not alone.
its only may
and im so FUCKIN glad i dont work at the Bay.



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