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
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