No Moses am I
I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.
It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas
Just a hollow hallucination,
Forced to feel their disgust.
Undress of my will
To face balances, bills
Gather your grief…
Scatter your pain
Pay it forward
Till the balance is backwards.
Hear as I softly and ever so sweetly
Convince you to sign this dark treaty.
Silver linings and thorns, all combined.