The United States is Not,
The Country it once was,
SHAME, SHAME on Us!
We threw Ourselves,
Under the bus,
There are not enough tears,
Of guilt and regret,
To regain,
The honesty and decency,
We the people so openly gave up,
And Were made to forget.
And if there is any Justice left,
Let the guilty, one day,
Pay for and regret,
The Hell’s Fire,
That they themselves, SET!
Not enough tears,
To regret
The death of hope,
And future fears.
Lying means you’re not a fool,Sticking it to the system,Popular wisdom,With all this ‘Grandeur’What hell-hole are we in?Can’t find it on my telephone map,Maybe because by now,We, the people are considered,Less important than a muddy Sow!
The Keys, melodies,Emotions abound,A language that speaks,Alone to the Soul,Of feelings so deep,That you can’t control,A Titanic feat,The fingers complete,The sounds are unique,No words are now needed,The melodies speak.
Are his leads.Of Life and Love,He constantly feels,The mutilations,A sensitive soulThat bleeds verses,Through observation.
Transferred into words,I’m coming homeA pleasurable giftI’m not alone!Even now,That Autumn colorsFade away,Music and I,HopefullyWill still haveSomething beautifulTo say.
Would of, should ofLeft you, at the store,Because knowing you are hereTears start popping everywhere,Just by knowing that you’re there.No, I’m not that sad at all,These are only backed up tears,For the Kleenex in the drawer.I don’t know why,But Kleenex alwaysMake me cry,So, just helpingThe economy along.
They make me float,In worlds, remoteSo very far awayWhere I can dreamAnd follow streams,Imagination, stealBe happy, sadEven be glad,While knowingNothing’s real.
