Saturday, August 29, 2015

Be Safe

Be safe
Find your place
Crawl the race
Blinded in the rising sun
Haunted by a plastic face

Behave
Join the crave
Dance the rave
Believe a TV or a tomb
Not a mind, not too soon
The cow jumps over the moon 

The tracks, the tracks
The clickety clacks
The fickety facts 
The wickety wacks
The sickety, sickety ball sacks
The inches, the pounds
The greens, the blacks 
The browns, the blacks 
The reds, the blacks 
In gowns, in hats
In ties, in slacks 
On beaches, or in cul de sacs

Be safe
Buy your place 
What you're given, what you take 
All in prison, all eat cake 
All the people dead for Franklin's head 
Drink coffee then get into bed
Check your coat but never check your head

It's what it said
These words of dread
Those shaking til the baby's dead
Those faking til their face is fed
Those breaking til it bakes some bread
Those aching til the malls are bled
Those raking til the scene is set 
Partaking til they've cleaned the plate
Mistaking their green beans for brains

Impressing we must join the train
Suppressing til we're all insane

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