unused bus tokens…

unused bus tokens

ain’t
nobody
at
the back of the bus
we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell
rather
than ride
cuz’
if we ride
we’ve
got to pay
to be
sharecroppers
of
existence
besides that
we’ll
get to hell
that
much faster
than
if we’d
walked
so
we’ve
decided
to
walk to hell
don’t
make no difference
how
soon
we get there
what
awaits us
is
always
the same
a game
where
we’re
always
given
the short side
of
the field
to
play
with
rules
written
in
our blood
that
express
a whimsical
notion
of
equality
but
clearly
convey
that
we can’t win
so
no need
to
hurry
that’s why we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell

nothing to write home about…

nothing to write home about

this path
of
freedom
is strewn
with
shards of hate
a path
not chosen
walking barefoot
into the night
pain
with
each step made
they say
i should be 
grateful
that i’m
permitted
to walk

greasy pole climbing…

greasy pole climbing

it is
a most
barbaric custom
where
with surgical precision
clear legal threads
seal the lips
of the impoverished
so
no sounds
of pain
or
discontentment
can be heard
above
the rhetoric
of equal opportunity
and
cultural diversity
oh there is
diversity
diversity
of
opportunity