Status Report 125
Beat the sun up out of bed
climb the gravity well
foot by foot in front of one to fill the sell of sale
Part Sisyphus part Tantalus
most rat wheel roll of race
in house of lie untried by true like time untied to space
Faith and fact divorce from act
the sheep dogs bark our stray
unless we toe official line the bankers bite and bray
Money rolls from bottom up
just some shit back down
as we bob and weave to please the rulings of the clowns
So I arise from lay of bed
to trudge this daily toll
even though rich and high rather buy than seek the source of soul
Let them rot
let them waste
may they eat dirt and no money taste
I will wake
I will rise
I will walk my road of why.
– Smith, 11.17.2015
