Sometimes, even a cynic needs love
Though he may never express it
There's only one All mighty
And he's shaking his head in dismay
At the festering insanity below
The curse of free will
Pushing and shoving for a piece of the pie
Collecting and discarding possessions
Just to maintain as the urge
Keeps insisting to dress up the exterior
As our emotional cure continually rots
Only the symptom is treated
With an odor most foul...

Don't let anyone deem you defeated
They can sully your dreams
But your soul is off limits
Unless you sold a conscience
Or are desperate for a quick fix
That your intergrity comes cheap
Toil, persistence will pay off in dividends
If you put in the time
But if you yearn to be a shooting star
I'll give you a tour of a masoleum
Use before this date...

Sometimes, I long to retreat
The recluse who withdrew on his terms
But on second thought, I aint gonna let them
Reign perverted power over me
For they'll see me rise
And shake off the dust
Before they pronoune me a piece of junk
To be tossed onto the scrap heap
I may be unpolished
But I haven't expired
Not just yet anyway...

P-Aug 21, 27, 2008.