Tracks
Been here, been there,
Taken tracks on lands designed to scare.
Tracks of the mind, tracks of the eyes,
Tracks that failed you during stormy skies.
Corn and scorn and scorn your corn.
Wheat and eat and eat your wheat.
Horn and porn and pawn your horn.
Meet and beat and beat your meat.
Open fields, open souls,
Open legs swallowing thoughts through a sinkhole.
World led blind, World led deprived,
World ran by dicks – a gloryhole contrived.
Take your seat, take your stage,
Take your view in this chaotic engage.
Feed the Lions, feed the goats,
Feed the disciples from their high castle gloats.
Watch the jailor, jangle his key,
Watch the environment suffer from red tape bureaucracy.
To use your corn and meat to pay,
To feel there is no other way.
Attacks and fracks and fracks that attack.
Checks and pecks and pecks that check.
Tricks and fricks and fricks that trick.
Tracks and trips and trips that track.
Tracks that failed you during stormy skies,
Tracks of the mind, tracks of the eyes.
Taken tracks on lands designed to scare,
Been here, been there.