A song--sad rebellion
Nothing to see but white commotion
bilging clouds and lengths of ocean
How to set out to change the times
when everyone cares about nickels and dimes
I rose out of bed at a quarter till three-e-e
but the world was dead, as dead as can be-e-e
Try to make something with your ha-a-ands
All they give you is lies and demands
I tried to grow taller than all the people in suits
As though in the clouds there�s a better view
But soon I turned back to my low lonely road
Is this the answer or just another secret code?
I go down the street where they�re selling comestibles
truck loads of vegetables, bargains and melons
None of those people
has seen the sky shatter...
Give the world time and it runs away with you
All the false pretense, garbage and missiles
Give someone flowers and they think you are lucky
As though in a giving world, no people living
Who knows how to make a living
except by following bread crumbs
and out-waiting the city
Grow old and die, but do not comply,
there�s still a little rebellion... --5/16/06
Poems 2006 May and post
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