Saturday, July 21, 2018

The Deer


The old, grizzled deer runs out of the lea
Shaded woods he seeks, away from the light
Eyes filled with water he barely can see
Unknowing, uncaring but only in flight
Scourged by unfeeling that grows all around
Chest heaving, legs churning, just running on
He rages his ire with nary a sound
Outracing despair so it will be gone
He reaches the canopy blocking the sun
Resting a moment he falls to the ground
On great sharp piles of things lost or unwon
Treasures and friendships that never were found
Darkness provides him a cold, silent friend
Perhaps in stillness one day he will mend

Monday, July 2, 2018

Our Tax Money


Daddy's Money
David Wilcox
Album Nightshift Watchman
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Look what we all bought them for election
Staying in the job will be a fight
So they waffle and they argue and they haw away
Making sure their sound bites come out right

Well it's my favorite form of spare time entertainment
Watch what happens when I try to sway their vote
You can tell just by the way they slam down the phone
They're trying to tell me that I am not of note

Chorus
'Cause they've got our tax money
Our tax money
Our tax money holds their hand

They ain't got no back bone
Barely strong enough to stand
Our tax money holds their hand

So then I dial up quick the next rep on my phone list
I can't help that there's some anger in my tone
Because their lives must cost twenty times what mine does
They rape our land, but won't pick up the phone

Chorus
'Cause they've got our tax money
Our tax money
Our tax money holds their hand

They ain't got no back bone
Barely strong enough to stand
Our tax money holds their hand

Well I really don't mean to hurt their feelings
There's a tender heart that hides behind the wealth
Maybe if our reps get too many shiny toys
They lose sight of the value in themselves

They work for us and now it's time to change things
My health care and theirs should just be the same
Protect our world that's sacrificed for business sake
And free those kids and let them play some games

Chorus
'Cause they've got our tax money
Our tax money
Our tax money holds their hand

They ain't got no back bone
Barely strong enough to stand
Our tax money holds their hand