My thoughts come from deep
Where the synapses meet and
Energy is exposed as slander
And truth is not so neat
No one will read the words
Thinking it’s all absurd but
They know it’s truer than
Them walking away from it all
Oh and I can show them
That walking is not novel
Trial too much to bear
Have led to that route
Who makes all these rules?
An excited group of controlling ghouls
My thoughts now appear real
Suddenly have appeal
But truth works that way
Rules modified or goodbye
Where is the money then?
To support their mansions
Reality my friend sets in
The commission is drenched in sin
But know they have to modify
Top keep the populace satisfied
Adjustments will have appeal
No more license to steal
Ease on all regulations
Makes for a happy population
Steve Haarman aka Stanski
December 31, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 