Just leave me be,
I'm as restless as the tide,
I'll crash into you,
as violent as the skies,
when heaven and hell collide.
They wrestle with progress,
inside of a muddy stable,
the kind of dirty dealing,
that goes on in back rooms,
on filthy poker tables.
I'll scream.
"I want no part of this."
If you're counting on me,
you can count me out.
And I'll rise like an erection,
when there's any shadow of doubt.
I'm the profiteer,
campaining for a new tomorrow.
I've forgotten all about today,
about wind and rain, sunshine,
all the pretty things you say.
Only futility remains,
a half eaten heart
lays vacated in haste after a rushed dinner.
Give me a rag to wipe the dust
from my eyes,
when you lay down tonight,
just try to sleep.
Ignore the millions of heads,
who let out a million sighs.
One day things will be better.
They have to be.
Better for you, worse for me.
but that's my sacrifice. |
Submission Name: Profiteering for a Better Disaster
