The A-Frame upon the hill stands purple on green

Lit frosting

A thump repeats from the inside

Deep fried

I count the days of my plan

I won't let down my clan

Fewer of us take the time to watch the children

We stand in line , dig ditches to fill in

Why do I do what's unnatural

The spiritual life remains the factual

I turn alone upon the face of hypocrisy

Stare it down to reveal the empty democracy

I eat what's fucking good for me

Drink the water that sets me free

I carry the handle of axes

Break down and pay taxes

For what?

For what do I pay my dues?

To see it spent so that others will lose

Fuck this slavery...this mirage

Trying to pay for my two car garage

Cable TV, cell phone and college tuition

Wringing my hands to watch it come into fruition

Run my son...take the money and run

Live simply and keep walking into the sun

Don't buy the ring, the shiny things

Always love and seek it

Reap it!

Give and take only what you need

...and with the leftovers plant the seed