channelling a beat poet…

copyright cwmartin 2012

can you feel
my molten breath
upon your neck
i am
tired
of the legal
lynch mobs
wandering
the streets
of the world
still
quoting kramer’s text
burning witches
at the stake
with the same
delight
that he did
i am
not
going
to join
into your song
of hope
this has been
going on
for far too long
and
I can’t see
an end in sight
these legal murders
ain’t nothing but
mental slavery
so don’t look
for me
on no damn
picket line
waiting for
societal snipers
to record my death
don’t hold your breath
waiting for freedom
cause it ain’t nothing
but a pipe dream
which is purchased
on wall street
by those
who’ve got
the money
and
the time
to smoke it