Successful

I've tasted
the fresh candy of privilege
and had my hand
on the door of success

some comfort for the place
where people want to
hold hands with all those
things only common currency can deliver

I know the time
and the people
and the places
and the drone
and the fuck-you's

next time I'll better understand
the misery

My Light

She's patient
with her passion
and finds my love
when there's none
left to find

The heaviest night
and the saddest event
she takes my time
in her soft hands

Love is love
and I like my turn
good luck finding yours
got no money to burn

Windsor Street Graveyard

Is that gravestone
a real tribute
to the body buried below

Could it not be considered
an insult by the dead

"Shit, he's dead, lets box it up
and bury it under ground
before it really starts to stink"

And the headstone
are we not mocking them
by saying
"Look at us, you're just a name.
I'm still on two feet
and can piss on you
if I want"

The Politician

It's different
when they speak to you
than talk at you

You steal someone
of their purpose
when you drive your lies
so deep into their forehead
that they wake up
with a big red kiss
just below the hair line

The assumption that
this method of (poor) delivery
will arrive them into
a position of power
needs to be taken out back
and shot
for the birds of prey
to lunch on