I. The Cotton Dogs
123 something in here is rotten
124 something about the cotton
125 sometimes I see them pick it
126 some times the pickin’s little
127 little did I know that I would lose control
128 what did I say? little did I care anyway
129 those little hands so course -
130 they’ve seen so many
131 and if they had eyes
132 they’d be red and teary
133 now the work is simply tearing
134 through their surface
135 layer epidermis
136 why is life such a
137 humorless circus
138 running round like a
139 dog and pony show
140 chasing carrots,
141 running laps in
142 circuits
143 While the addicted gambler
144 drinks and prays to his numbers
145 leading himself excited
146 into eternal slumber!
II. The not so regular man
147 Have a heart and listen.
148 I arrive in the wagon of contrition.
149 The same that picked me up
150 from the canyon of perdition
151 What was my fault?
152 How did I earn this admonition?
153 Is it the case that what i wanted
154 was simply an impossible mission?
155 As said the old scholar
156 there are meaningless questions.
157 Have a seat and listen to the lesson.
158 I was wondering what caused rain droplets to store up light
159 the light it captures like enslaved Israelites
160 forming pictures for the observant to catch
161 it makes me listless to think about a crash
162 that is to be upon us even as nature is here to calm us
163 with her sights sounds and similarly smells
164 the misty dew and twilight bells
165 that eagerly await us in uninhabitable places
166 the type that challenge the assumptions of the nations
167 gathered round here today to discuss this total disarray
168 my heavenly body is shining to guide us to the gallows
169 for he who acts freely is freely acted upon
170 let him not become another actor
171 and dwindle like pebbles under tractors
172 lest he discover the lack of his master
173 the dog without the leash, barking at your moon,
174 hoping for the time for choices to come soon
175 so he can raise up on two feet and eat with a spoon
176 just like it was meant to happen, an evolutionary chapter
177 written by an anonymous ghost writer, his
178 horny hand of labor, reaching into your pockets
179 making sure that there ain’t no sprockets
180 hidden there, or similarly widgets
181 stealing supplies to finance the future
182 cannibalism in a city setting
183 the writer is a realist and he knows what he’s gettin’
184 and it ain’t a workaround, nothing like it altogether
185 its good to make sense, but it’s better to make cheddar
186 justice is upon us, delivered by the crooked hand
187 beating down with enough force to level japan
188 on any fool who even attempts to demand
189 the rights of the not so regular man
