To Complain

To Complain

In the days of prohibition

Broken spirits littered streets

A decade passed

As did inhibitions

Giving back our dirty feats

Three, or thirty, sheets to wind

The next generations sailed in

Destined to repeat

Under flag of pilgrims fleet

And keepers of deeper addictions

Oh, how the thanksgiving tables have turned

Another invasion of human afflictions

Into a proven nuisance prediction

Watch as a motherless nation burns

Compassionate birth to pop-up tents

And blackened shadows from flickering campfires

Compliments of our government vampires

Advocating tyrants

Pirates and outliers

Promoting enchanted

Encampments of shanty towns

Back to impoverished

Lifestyle of hand-me-downs

Torrent lives

Yearn for heavens’ rest

Body and mind

Intensely dense

Spurning the Earth

With every step

As gravity pulls

Us down to death

Without a single breath left

To complain