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wrong words

By B.I. Kukla
hypnotized by the big screen, wrapped in your cozy fleece
you can be so rumpelstiltskin
spinning awkward lines into moneymaking grease
day and night, in sickness and in health
you spin lines that pry open any hidden wallet
lines that threaten and guile with a twist and a smile
and the poor ignorants' money just pour

and you are so proud, so proud, so proud
for bringing in the flow to your grateful crowd
that you turn your mouth into a radio station for the greedy
an everyday hymn to the money oh, wonderful
and there is just that unknown, annoying
inconveniently undying feeling
somewhere deep in your heart
but you keep it bound with your perfect grin
and there is no dwarf or giant to tell you what it is
and all the money you got cannot buy you peace
and you no longer own your own mouth
there is a hidden war between your heart and mind
and there is war all around and you are not blind
every up against every down
every left against every right
every new against every old
and no more words of wisdom are being told

if your words threaten and demand don't speak of freedom
don't make freedom your flag when you mean your own power
when you crave to see people broken under your heel
giving up their last hope to add to your pile
don't say 'for the love of freedom'
when you mean no boundaries for your lust and greed
don't say freedom
when you want to defy God
don't say freedom
when you want people's sweat and blood
when your wholehearted offering is just small cages
outfitted with discount store junk
while you snoop in their private affairs
looking for the blackmail hooks
while you provoke them to spill their guts
taking everyone for idiots or freaks
possible additions to your faithful horde of whores and crooks

don't say anything, better yet
don't make your words hallow
let silent movies be your reign
stay on your couch
enjoy your marshmallows


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