The liars
They have tarried for eons up through today
The truth, so clear that the gleam that reflects upon its surface becomes almost blinding to the average naked eye
Sometimes, untrained
Usually, just naked
It\'s funny how the collective attention span widens so obtusely whenever the subject is not heavily adorned
Scantily clad individuals get all the glances
The proud clothed folks, supposedly pristine with all of their Senseless garb, leaving little room to accesorize
Jewelry is supposed to be subtle, if not hidden entirely
Sometimes, our amulets become the unwanted notoriety of ignorant witches who yearn to become one with passers-by
Coasting through the chaos of the roaring crowd
It notates the notion to these morons that they just may have what it takes to conjure up the demonic that make it possible for gardening implements to sputter and fly
With dead weight upon makeshift spines, the wealthy heathens gallivant
From landmark to landmark sampling the finest wines
Attempting to exhibit prestige as they travel with egocentric assertion
They have convinced themselves that they must deliver their opinions upon the others in a way that rings true somehow as if the ones who pretend to listen really give a tinkers fuck
Though, who is to say that there aren\'t any tinkers who can\'t throw a good one down?
The lost are never the easiest to be found, but they make far better bedfellows than the liars
The upper echelon
The ones so rich that they have been long gone forever
The clandestine elitists
The clever ones who are actually the few
The crimson spillers who have always made the spiritual side of nature seem over-ridden with the blue
They don\'t really have the slightest clue what it is that they believe
The high and mighty grieve internally like madmen
Their lust for the material has overflown into an ocean of all their sin
The ones who seem to have it all have been trapped eternally within their cages
Obsessing on monetary value
The sky-rocking of their unearned wages
Like a bunch of overgrown brats, locked inside a candy store
Never receiving the blessing of all that they have earned
Instead, all they see is having more
There is no end to the road to riches in their miniscule, naive human heads
All jacked up on sarcasm, sinister side-plotting, and the poisoning of our food and our meds
Their plan, to house the entire population in fake-ass friendly Mr. Rogers neighborhoods and , even worse, they want to make all their beds for them
Can they not see that their plates will never be that big?
They try to play God which is the biggest little no-no that there is
This land ain\'t your land
This land ain\'t my land
This land that he created is HIS...
10/15/2012