I have a panacea
For the snake-skinned fork-tongued
High-nosed corporate administrative
Bastards of the world.
I have a panacea
To heal the broken souls of the con kings,
Hustlers, swindlers, smugglers,
Liars, cheaters, crude wife beaters,
Candy takers, cherry poppers
And auto bass bumpers that populate
And annotate our altercating nation.
They invent a new reality.
Rose petals wilt across the door to a lesser tragedy.
My satiation crumbles,
Multiply the crumbs to build a nation,
Crucify my love to keep my day job ensured,
I testify the makings
Of a new revelation.
Crime scene creeps to keep the light side true.
They try to beat the system and I do it too,
So my panacea is specialized for me and my crew, who,
Under the light of the moon set fire to
Our inhibitions, gave me the bravery to put the Key
In my ignition.
That’s when I found it.
No way around it.
I have a panacea to turn the greatest man into a coward.
It acts as kleptomaniac repellant
From the mouth of a jaded savant.
Save this, the miraculous genesis that is doomed to revelations,
A disembodied fist slams the bud of celebration to abyss but
My panacea is better than this.
If I could make it into medicine
I’d put it in words.
It doesn’t work when I obey the revolution.
They think I speak a hoax if it’s not tangible,
If I’m not tangible,
If life’s not tangible, it must be hella easy to break,
And now I’m living that hypothesis, I’m living my fate.
If this is all I had to go on
Only this to get by,
I hope you’d miss me when I die.
But my panacea keeps me alive.
And I’d rather have death than the crime
Of evolution. |
Submission Name: Panacea
