Not Enough Information 
By. Darrell Ames 2/16/02

Tasty insults served with a hint of sarcasm,
 to much to swallow to little to chew, the scent lingering still new,
 following the leader, 
fall on top of this indoncecent charade of likes, 
watch as she waves goodbye, it’s something I’m really gonna  miss,
 don’t tell me you won’t, as they gather around the campfire,
 your mind drifts off to sea, watching, 
meaningful attempts to lie still and be, floating bee stings , 
on the trail of your arrogance,,
 the fresh fragrance, of new found truth in what your told,
 all your friends, think that they are bold,
 but they are all walking clones of conformist drones, 
pellet swaps of each other, who will be behind the mop,
 no one can tell you, who you are, 
be what they choose and every time you will lose, 
your body found floating a drift in a sea of shallowness,
 holding on to your esteem , you’ve taken more then one for the team,
 stop, be yourself, or you find a way to put
 the book back on the shelf, exactly no one knows,
 comb your hair, still seeing what’s wrong with the world,
 when it spins only for you, greed, hop aboard your loathing stead,
 ride away, It’s all I need, set to free,
 to blind to realize your crime, your faith is running low, 
shot like an arrow from a bow, you sink deeply into the flesh 
of society, fresh blood spilled, you pick up the bill, walk away,
 thinking you’ll pick up the pieces another day, 
but there’s not enough information for me