Scattered like shattered lilies
drifting down from mommy and
daddy's bosom of infidelity
wafting their ruby smacked
wines and vintage rouge. Children
of democracy- suckling riffraff.
induced campfires; yowling
freedom and hope. Mocking your
dreams with torn out jeans and
pink striped locks
What will it get- picket sign.
Yes, I see your point
The world could be better. What?
Make a difference? Take
Your head out of your ass.
Hear the mute whine; the insane
of sisterly embroidered denim. Do me a favor.
Wake me at utopia.
I'll be the one in the lab-coat.