If There Should Be Stars...

Vicious visage twisted in an agony acquisitioned from Academy winners,/

As unhappily unpleasant as askin' to be passed the peas at family dinners,/

look on with an apathy, maddening indifference,

mashing ham and cheese together for some sense of semblance,/

distracting the fact that your shattered dreams'

fruition withered like apple trees in the winter,/

Well, no branch was extended if yer after assistance, math teachers class on division,/

detention for a lack of attendance-

where you think I been at since the last slip was sentenced?!/

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Wandering wastelands, pondering your autonomy, swallowing: taste sand,/

Who oughta replace dad?

All in your face every flaw and mistake,

clawing it's way through the thought that today won't be awful- you'll make it,/

There's a problem- your waste bands disconcerting*- skirting, concerning, we're way past,/

the water sloughin' straight to your legs, pants, racing to rain in your laced Vans,/

The need to alter the game plan, swap out the name tag,

to break away- now you're caught on a chase cam,/

bought into Chase scams, broad day-

offer to pay or get tossed in a cage, par for the case, officer wait!/

It's all a mistake, my wallet- all of it's staged!

Life's a Broadway dance sans play pamphlets, Emmanuel/a manual ain't that a trick,/

Maybe when Hamlet contemplates give a grave answer,/

Marina Abramović:

Sway dancer!

Sit.

Stay, would you kindly,/

Obey Master blindly, let me replace what your eyes see, your ears hear,/

and blithely fear the O'Briens, steer clear of all science-

The hope lies with the proles- aye, a quote as old as time is,/

Riot- on orders, defiance: abhor it, there's war on the borders, deny it?

Reported. There's torture,/

The age to explore and then claim land, what a way ancestors made camp,

generations away just to slave for a day pass,/

How to escape?

The towers, they scrape the clouds but the boundary is placed...

If the crown and the chains were unbound and erased.../

A countdown relates, to how long we wait,/

some bow down and pray while there's sound and make waves,/

if there should be stars... shine guide our way,/

May salvation be found somewhere out in Space.