MUSIC FOR SALE

Reduplicative rhetoric
Throwing words around
Wipe the smile from
Off your face
And use the right pronoun
Taken years of mockery
And turned it into rule
The script from Idiocracy
For all the common fool

Beggar’s choice
Was not enough to
To keep you well at ease
Stop sign vendors
Call the shots
Until the light turns green
Standing with a shopping bag
Labeled for Good Will
Shared with me
A cigarette
It seemed like
Time stood still

Poignant prose
Philosophy
Psychology and dreams
In a box of ten cent cans
Ready to redeem
Ink reminders
Drilled in skin
A tribute of the past
Looked upon in disregard
Their meaning fading fast

The workday runs
On gasoline
Nicotine and sweat
Where logical decisions
Need the answers
You don’t get
The hypocrites have set in stone
A rule for only them
But as a rule
You must not trust
Those who will condemn

The academic geniuses
Have numbers for their names
They calculate trajectory
And longitudinal aims
The theorem of Pythagoras
And gravitation laws
Slipping on the plastic grass
Playing with their balls
A wager made on playing games
While doctors roll the dice
Cutting into broken hearts
The skaters play on ice
The athlete is the scum of earth
That never did believe
That they are nothing
By themselves alone
Without a team

We ask of you
To hear our song
The melody and rhyme
We’d love to hear you
Sing together
Together at one time
Break it down to
Single notes
And stanzas into words
The dreams of the philosophers
At stop signs that we heard