Incept a town crafted
In my unseen perception
Of the crowds reaction
To a lacking of crafty actors.
Debate the factors
That made them this way.
Either way theyve been played,
Take their currency
And throw it to the wind to blow away.
Escape to a rooftop
Atop the loft I live in
In my mind as it declines
Into a view behind the curtains;
A pop up book version
Of a vermin-free Gotham city
Experiencing a parade
For happy endings
With a jest twirling a remote
Fixing to blow up the float with
Insidious intentions,
An obscure plot in my head,
To make sure everyone's dead inside,
Or hiding from affliction.
Ghost like marching formation
Of the brain dead,
Walking without the intentions
Of the break bread,
Walls broken;
Crumbs taken and forsaken
As a testimony of the complacent
Rapists, and criminal minded.
Everytime I get reminded
That I'm finding a premise
When all they have
Are their make shift inventions,
And their scheming mission.
Take the pretty things in life
Then put it on your wish list
And burn it,
Get your mind churning
And yearning for some new dreams.
Realize that security
Isn't everything you need,
But an empty thoughtful deed
Supplemented by the seeds
Of a wicked beanstalk
That stalks our every move
Like chess with Big Brother,
You'll always regret what you choose,
But don't forget about the bandages
And the bondage to the mileage
Of land that you stand on.
So stand tall as the floats
Burn at the feet of oblivion,
Until the town falls
To be rebuilt again.
