The Erosion of Society
The erosion of society.
Out here we are fluid,
exsisting then and now.
beyond the grassy bank, you know
where I mean, we took
a vacation there one year
but we couldnt find freedom,
just the routines of enterprise.
In their volcanic utopia
if they are on the rise
then downfall is inevitable.
If they are already failing,
their imported sympathy
will pre-determine who writes
an armies final struggle.
Oh no, not a struggle of
the light versus the dark
but a struggle of erosion.
You won't notice the
detereation until it collapses
and you fall from your once sturdy
position of meaningless concentration.
Within the night of instant money,
power, stupidity, ignorance and general
Those become a clothesline peg.
In my simple and confused dreams and reality,
we dont adhere to the five unspoken
and widely accepted.
Out here we feast on pleasures
and the intolerable
Out here we dont see the grassy bank,
no, we see bank cheques, guns and thund