Rambling on to a stranger in that Smoky Dark Saloon bending his ear with nothing to fear as the clock struck High noon All knowing stares from people who care should have stayed at home to pray Misguided awareness fraught with illusions a splendid forgery Paltry tokens of wisdom bait a plethora of fictitious praises peck away at Paradise Perceived Placated again Life’s full of sin in the minds of wry Teachers Pay no never mind he begins with a rare toothy grin your Secrets are safe with Me He lit up a Stogie and spoke through a savory veil of smoke Take it from me your Best friend is Thee so try not to judge so Hardhearted If life supreme is in your dreams don’t bumble your way through The Gauntlet of Ill Intentions
Twill be a mighty Shift you’ll see when you lighten that Carking load No crosses to bear let the wind in your hair and blow Sweet Kisses
“Our citizens should know the urgent facts…but they don’t because our media serves imperial, not popular interests. They lie, deceive, connive and suppress what everyone needs to know, substituting managed news misinformation and rubbish for hard truths…”—Oliver Stone