Melodic

Reason has become,
Confirmation to believe,
That hard to get is nothing more,
Than something to achieve.

Money has become,
The roof atop your head,
The food that goes inside your mouth,
From where you might have said...

"Money is no object,
I need to loose some weight."
Advantage is taken from whence it's given,
Our greed is result of world hate.

The gifts of possession seem given to those,
unable to see past its worth.
All the pounds that you shed nor the smoke you inhale,
Could blind you of pain on this Earth.

Call me unhappy, then open your eyes,
And watch what you know you can't fix,
Feel the doom and the tears and CHEW on you words,
How's it taste?
Has it finally clicked?

No ignorance inside of our razor blade wallets,
No freedom, just force the wrong path,
Whip out or bills, and our d!(ks, cigarettes, and spit on it,
Even joy can't compete with our wrath!

I'd say if we smiled and believed it'd be better,
That'd be true, but no lies pass my lips.
So I keep it between pen and paper and I,
And pray my heart and my mind won't be split.

But you hum a tune, go pretend it's O.K.,
Pretty flowers must be so hypnotic.
As for me, I'll sit back, watch the ending unfold,
and hear whispers of evil...

Melodic.

First poem in two years. Let me know what you think!
~J~