I've been extremely busy quizzing and writing college essays. I'd written this before the last couple of posts and had forgotten to put it up. It's actually a song written in a heavy 12-bar blues in A. That's probably why it sounds a bit awkward when read as a poem. Have been meaning to write this for nearly a year now.
Hey Mister Suit & Tie,
How must I pay?
When you took away my land
And killed me yesterday.
Hey Erudition Man,
How must I read?
When you took away my mind
And did but let it bleed
Hey Minister of God
How must I pray?
When my prayer took my brother
To a world far away
Why follow the sharp dressed man when he just looks to please?
Selling tales of Jesus Christ and broken memories.
Why hear the unwise owl when it hoots but fallacies?
Pressing rats with fiddlesticks and ministry decrees.
Why worship the Judas kin when they can't cure disease?
Buying immortality while we die wanting peace
Hey Mister Green & Gold,
How must I live?
Your robin hoods take from me
And to the rich men give
Hey Mister Destiny
How must I go?
The path you paved for me
Now crumbles just for show
And,
Hey third-rate circus clown,
Can I come with you?
We'll fake it through the cream
And die inwardly too
Why work for southern men when the war's already through?
My valley was green before the sun shined black & blue
Why receive gifts that mime apocraphy when I lose?
Empty lyrics I take not, but music I do choose
And why must warthogs dig so hard to find that funny brew?
Black comedy can't be seen and man has killed us too.
Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.
They didn't want to; twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rats collection of dog legs and feet.
P.S. - Yes, that last verse is taken from 'Pressed Rat And Warthog' by Cream. It's meant to be spoken (like in the original) over the instrumental outro...
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