Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say
What is lost can never be saved…
REALITY STAGE PLAY
Crafty pickpockets and sickly grey puppets
Thieving rats scuttling around the broken set
Lose your depleted wallet, cause a huge racket, try to defend
Get beaten up, the curtain drops, but the show never really ends.
Writing sweet letters to his dearest Charlotte
Never once discovering that she was a closet harlot
And whispering false promises in desperation to another John
Burning useless money for the company of anyone.
Her child cries wild, his stomach screaming of hunger
As she struggles to balance on the bridge they live under
Cradling him, saying promises, singing a lullaby to soothe
Even though the stars had already gone out in her universe.
Germs of society, no one is safe from harm
A ground full of bloated worms, a parasitic farm
Bacteria masticating away at the resources like a rabid pig
Eating at the core of the world in their frenzy of greed.
Living in a crimson world dominated by guns
Where the criminals are free and the innocents run
And all a child could do is attach butterfly wings to a bullet
A last-minute innocence before they get murdered by it.