More Crumbs

Pull the candidate from the debate
He’s an idiot
He can’t speak

We are gonna lose
We’ll say they cheated
again

Don’t know why 
They don’t wanna vote for us
We tell them
What’s good for them

More bread 
On the palace table
Means more crumbs
On the floor
(Who could ask for more?)

Gotta give ‘em someone
To blame
For all we do

Someone to hate
To make them feel great
again

More bread 
On the palace table
Means more crumbs
On the floor
(Who could ask for more?)

Pride Without Prejudice

Pride is something you should always have a bit of a laugh at.
It should not be taken seriously.

Puffed-up parrots expecting everyone else to be impressed need to let out their air and have a chuckle. Remember your molecular place in the universe.

Setting pride aside concedes nothing. Instead, it opens the door for an adversary to engage in a manner other than defensive.

You’ll Have To Be The Meat

Come on
Feel the heat
We need you to compete

Come on
Times are lean
Compete with this machine

Not enough to get by
Though you try, try and try
No share of the pie
It’s all do or die

No need to apply
It’s not gonna fly
All must comply
Our demand your supply

Come on
Show some hustle
We need to use your muscle

Come on
Stay in line
We hate it when you whine

Be a tough guy
Not a small fry
Don’t need an alibi
If you’re wearing a red tie

Ain’t gonna lie
If you testify
You’re a sacrifice fly
Time to say goodbye

Come on
Let us bleed you
You need us to need you

Come on
You can’t compete
You’ll have to be the meat

Leaks

My eyes leak
Cups full to the brim
Soak in the glisten
before it goes dim

No hurt in this day;
plenty good, little bad
The beauty all around;
is it really so sad?

My heart leaks
Seams trying not to burst
So much food, so much drink
Still the hunger and the thirst

A drip in a flood
An essence laid bare
Without all this love
are you really there?

My time leaks;
for me it’s not forever
Nobody can cheat;
no matter how clever

My eyes leak
Cups full to the brim
Soak in the glisten
before it goes dim

The Old Tomato

This has gone far enough
I can’t stands no more
We’re ’bout half-a-minute
From me out the door

Your head is a potato
And I’m not your mother
I’m giving you an old tomato
It’s me or the other

The old tomato
Making you choose
The old tomato
You lose if you snooze